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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 17, Página 1
There
was
no
laughter
in
the
little
town
that
quiet
Saturday
afternoon.
The
Harpers
and
Aunt
Polly's
family
were
very
sad
and
crying.
The
village
was
usually
quiet,
but
now
it
was
even
quieter.
People
did
their
work
without
thinking
and
talked
very
little.
They
sighed
a
lot.
The
children
didn't
enjoy
their
Saturday
holiday.
They
didn't
feel
like
playing
and
stopped
after
a
while.
In
the
afternoon,
Becky
Thatcher
was
walking
sadly
around
the
empty
schoolyard.
She
felt
very
unhappy
but
found
nothing
to
cheer
her
up.
She
talked
to
herself:
"Oh,
if
I
only
had
a
brass
andiron-knob
again!
But
I
don’t
have
anything
now
to
remember
him
by."
She
held
back
a
little
sob.
Soon
she
stopped
and
said
to
herself:
"It
was
right
here.
Oh,
if
I
could
do
it
over
again,
I
wouldn’t
say
that—I
wouldn’t
say
it
for
anything.
But
he’s
gone
now;
I’ll
never,
never,
never
see
him
again."
This
thought
made
her
cry
more,
and
she
walked
away
with
tears
on
her
cheeks.
Then
a
group
of
boys
and
girls,
friends
of
Tom
and
Joe,
came
by.
They
stood
by
the
fence
and
talked
quietly
about
how
Tom
did
this
and
that
the
last
time
they
saw
him.
They
remembered
how
Joe
said
something
small
that
now
seemed
important.
Each
person
pointed
to
the
spot
where
the
boys
stood
and
added,
"I
was
standing
just
like
this,
and
he
smiled,
just
like
this—and
then
something
felt
strange,
you
know—and
I
didn’t
know
what
it
meant,
but
now
I
do!"
Then
they
argued
about
who
saw
the
boys
last.
Many
wanted
to
say
they
did,
and
they
gave
their
reasons,
even
if
they
changed
the
story
a
bit.
When
they
decided
who
saw
the
boys
last
and
spoke
with
them,
those
people
felt
very
special.
Everyone
else
looked
at
them
with
envy.
One
boy,
who
had
nothing
else
to
say,
remembered
with
pride,
"Well,
Tom
Sawyer
hit
me
once."
“But
many
boys
could
say
that,
so
it
wasn’t
special.
The
group
slowly
left,
still
talking
in
quiet
voices
about
the
lost
boys.”
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