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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 15, Página 2
"Sid!"
Tom
felt
Aunt
Polly's
angry
stare,
though
he
couldn't
see
it.
"Not
a
word
against
my
Tom,
now
that
he's
gone!
God
will
take
care
of
him—don't
worry
about
that!
Oh,
Mrs.
Harper,
I
don't
know
how
to
let
him
go!
I
don't
know
how
to
let
him
go!
He
was
such
a
comfort
to
me,
even
though
he
drove
me
crazy
sometimes."
"The
Lord
gives
and
the
Lord
takes
away—Blessed
be
the
name
of
the
Lord!
But
it's
so
hard—Oh,
it's
so
hard!
Just
last
Saturday,
my
Joe
set
off
a
firecracker
right
under
my
nose,
and
I
knocked
him
over.
Little
did
I
know
then,
how
soon—Oh,
if
I
could
do
it
over,
I'd
hug
him
and
thank
him
for
it."
"Yes,
yes,
yes,
I
know
how
you
feel,
Mrs.
Harper,
I
know
exactly
how
you
feel.
Just
yesterday,
my
Tom
filled
the
cat
with
Pain-killer,
and
I
thought
the
creature
would
tear
the
house
down.
And
God
forgive
me,
I
hit
Tom
on
the
head
with
my
thimble,
poor
boy,
poor
dead
boy.
But
he's
out
of
all
his
troubles
now.
And
the
last
words
I
ever
heard
him
say
were
to
reproach—"
But
this
memory
was
too
much
for
Aunt
Polly,
and
she
broke
down
completely.
Tom
was
sniffling
now,
too,
feeling
sorry
for
himself
more
than
anyone
else.
He
could
hear
Mary
crying
and
saying
kind
words
about
him.
He
began
to
think
more
highly
of
himself
than
ever
before.
Still,
he
felt
touched
by
his
aunt's
sadness
and
wanted
to
rush
out
from
under
the
bed
to
make
her
happy—and
the
dramatic
effect
of
it
all
appealed
to
him,
but
he
resisted
and
stayed
still.
He
kept
listening
and
learned
that
people
first
thought
the
boys
had
drowned
while
swimming.
Then,
the
small
raft
was
missed.
Some
boys
said
the
missing
boys
promised
the
village
would
"hear
something"
soon.
The
clever
ones
put
two
and
two
together
and
decided
the
boys
had
left
on
the
raft
and
would
show
up
at
the
next
town.
But
by
noon,
the
raft
was
found
stuck
against
the
Missouri
shore,
five
or
six
miles
below
the
village,
and
hope
was
lost.
They
must
have
drowned,
or
hunger
would
have
brought
them
home
by
night.
The
search
for
the
bodies
was
fruitless
because
the
drowning
likely
happened
in
the
middle
of
the
river.
Since
the
boys
were
good
swimmers,
they
would
have
reached
the
shore
otherwise.
It
was
Wednesday
night.
If
the
bodies
weren't
found
by
Sunday,
all
hope
would
be
lost,
and
the
funerals
would
be
held
that
morning.
Tom
shuddered.
Mrs.
Harper
said
a
sobbing
goodnight
and
turned
to
leave.
Then,
both
grieving
women
hugged
each
other
and
cried,
comforting
each
other
before
parting.
Aunt
Polly
was
unusually
tender
in
her
goodnight
to
Sid
and
Mary.
Sid
sniffled
a
bit,
and
Mary
left
crying
her
heart
out.
Aunt
Polly
knelt
down
and
prayed
for
Tom
so
touchingly,
so
lovingly,
and
with
such
deep
emotion
in
her
voice
that
he
was
in
tears
again
long
before
she
finished.
He
had
to
stay
quiet
long
after
she
went
to
bed
because
she
kept
making
sad
sounds
and
turning
restlessly.
But
finally,
she
was
still,
only
moaning
a
little
in
her
sleep.
Now,
the
boy
sneaked
out,
slowly
stood
by
the
bedside,
shaded
the
candlelight
with
his
hand,
and
looked
at
her.
His
heart
was
full
of
pity
for
her.
He
took
out
his
sycamore
scroll
and
placed
it
by
the
candle.
But
something
came
to
his
mind,
and
he
paused
to
think.
His
face
brightened
with
a
happy
idea;
he
quickly
put
the
bark
back
in
his
pocket.
Then
he
bent
over,
kissed
her
faded
lips,
and
quietly
left,
closing
the
door
behind
him.
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