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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 15, Página 2
"Sid!"
Tom
felt
Aunt
Polly's
angry
look,
though
he
couldn't
see
it.
"Not
a
word
against
my
Tom,
now
that
he's
gone!
God
will
care
for
him.
Don't
worry
yourself!
Oh,
Mrs.
Harper,
I
don't
know
how
to
let
him
go!
He
was
such
a
comfort,
even
though
he
troubled
me
so
much."
"The
Lord
gives
and
takes
away—Blessed
be
the
Lord's
name!
But
it's
so
hard!
Just
last
Saturday,
Joe
set
off
a
firecracker
under
my
nose,
and
I
knocked
him
over.
If
I
could
do
it
again,
I'd
hug
him."
"Yes,
I
know
how
you
feel,
Mrs.
Harper.
Just
yesterday,
my
Tom
gave
the
cat
Pain-killer,
and
I
thought
the
house
would
fall
down.
And
I
hit
Tom
with
my
thimble.
Poor
boy,
poor
dead
boy.
But
he's
out
of
trouble
now.
His
last
words
were
to
reproach—"
But
Aunt
Polly
couldn't
continue
and
broke
down
crying.
Tom
was
sniffling
too,
mostly
feeling
sorry
for
himself.
He
heard
Mary
crying
and
saying
kind
words
about
him.
He
started
to
think
better
of
himself.
He
wanted
to
rush
out
and
make
his
aunt
happy,
and
the
idea
seemed
exciting,
but
he
stayed
still.
He
listened
and
learned
that
people
first
thought
the
boys
drowned
while
swimming.
Then,
the
small
raft
was
missing,
and
some
boys
said
they
promised
the
village
would
"hear
something"
soon.
People
guessed
the
boys
took
the
raft
and
would
appear
at
the
next
town.
But
the
raft
was
found
on
the
Missouri
shore,
five
or
six
miles
away,
and
hope
was
lost.
They
believed
the
boys
drowned
because
they
didn't
come
home
hungry.
It
was
Wednesday
night.
If
the
bodies
weren't
found
by
Sunday,
hope
would
be
gone,
and
funerals
would
be
held.
Tom
shivered.
Mrs.
Harper
said
goodnight,
crying,
and
left.
The
two
women
hugged
and
cried
together
before
parting.
Aunt
Polly
was
very
gentle
saying
goodnight
to
Sid
and
Mary.
Sid
sniffled,
and
Mary
left
crying
hard.
Aunt
Polly
prayed
for
Tom
with
such
love
and
sadness
that
Tom
cried
again
before
she
finished.
He
stayed
quiet
long
after
she
went
to
bed,
as
she
kept
making
sad
sounds
and
turning
over.
Finally,
she
was
still,
only
moaning
a
little
in
her
sleep.
Tom
crept
out,
stood
by
her
bed,
shaded
the
candlelight
with
his
hand,
and
looked
at
her.
He
felt
sorry
for
her.
He
took
out
his
sycamore
scroll
and
put
it
by
the
candle.
But
then
he
thought
of
something,
and
he
put
it
back
in
his
pocket.
He
bent
over,
kissed
her
lips,
and
quietly
left,
closing
the
door
behind
him.
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