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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 3, Página 3
"Well,
Sid
doesn't
bother
me
like
you
do.
You'd
take
all
the
sugar
if
I
didn't
watch
you."
Aunt
Polly
went
to
the
kitchen.
Sid,
feeling
safe,
reached
for
the
sugar
bowl.
But
he
dropped
it,
and
it
broke.
Tom
was
very
happy.
He
decided
to
stay
quiet
and
wait.
When
Aunt
Polly
came
back,
she
saw
the
broken
bowl.
She
was
angry.
Tom
thought,
"Now
it's
coming!"
But
then
he
was
on
the
floor!
Aunt
Polly
was
about
to
hit
him
again
when
Tom
shouted:
"Wait,
why
are
you
hitting
me?
Sid
broke
it!"
Aunt
Polly
stopped,
confused.
Tom
hoped
for
some
pity.
But
she
said:
"Well,
you
probably
did
something
else
bad.
I
just
didn't
see
it."
Then
her
conscience
told
her
she
should
say
something
nice.
But
she
thought
that
meant
she
was
wrong,
so
she
stayed
quiet.
Her
heart
was
troubled.
Tom
sat
in
a
corner
and
felt
sorry
for
himself.
He
knew
his
aunt
felt
bad
and
wanted
to
be
kind
to
him,
and
he
liked
that.
He
did
not
show
any
signs
of
noticing
her.
Sometimes,
she
looked
at
him
with
tears
in
her
eyes,
but
he
ignored
it.
He
imagined
himself
very
sick,
and
his
aunt
asking
him
to
forgive
her,
but
he
would
not
say
anything.
He
thought
about
being
brought
home
from
the
river,
dead,
and
how
she
would
cry
and
wish
for
him
back.
She
would
promise
to
never
be
mean
again.
But
he
would
stay
still
and
cold,
no
longer
sad.
He
liked
these
sad
thoughts
so
much
that
he
did
not
want
anything
happy
around.
So,
when
his
cousin
Mary
came
in,
happy
to
be
home
after
a
week
away,
he
left
the
room
quietly
as
she
brought
joy
in.
Tom
walked
far
from
where
the
other
boys
played.
He
found
lonely
places
that
matched
his
mood.
He
sat
on
a
log
raft
in
the
river
and
looked
at
the
water.
He
wished
he
could
just
disappear
without
the
pain
of
drowning.
Then
he
thought
of
his
flower.
He
took
it
out;
it
was
crushed
and
wilted.
It
made
him
feel
even
sadder.
He
wondered
if
she
would
feel
sorry
for
him
if
she
knew.
Would
she
want
to
comfort
him,
or
would
she
just
walk
away?
He
liked
thinking
about
this
sad
idea
and
imagined
it
many
times.
Finally,
he
got
up,
sighed,
and
left
in
the
dark.
Around
half-past
nine
or
ten,
he
walked
to
the
street
where
the
girl
he
liked
lived.
He
stopped
and
listened.
It
was
quiet.
A
candle
gave
a
soft
light
in
a
window
on
the
second
floor.
Was
she
there?
He
climbed
the
fence
and
moved
quietly
through
the
plants
until
he
was
under
the
window.
He
looked
up,
feeling
emotional,
then
lay
down
on
the
ground.
He
held
his
wilted
flower
and
thought
about
dying
there,
alone
and
cold.
He
imagined
her
seeing
him
in
the
morning
and
wondered
if
she
would
cry
for
him
or
sigh
at
his
sad
end.
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