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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 17, Página 1
There
was
no
laughter
in
the
small
town
that
calm
Saturday
afternoon.
The
Harpers
and
Aunt
Polly’s
family
were
mourning
deeply,
with
great
sadness
and
many
tears.
The
village
was
unusually
quiet,
even
though
it
was
normally
quite
peaceful.
The
villagers
went
about
their
business
absentmindedly
and
spoke
little,
but
they
sighed
often.
The
Saturday
holiday
felt
heavy
to
the
children.
They
had
no
interest
in
playing
and
slowly
stopped
their
games.
In
the
afternoon,
Becky
Thatcher
wandered
around
the
empty
schoolyard,
feeling
very
sad.
She
found
nothing
there
to
comfort
her.
She
spoke
to
herself:
“Oh,
if
only
I
had
that
brass
andiron-knob
again!
But
I
don’t
have
anything
now
to
remember
him
by.”
She
held
back
a
little
sob.
After
a
moment,
she
stopped
and
said
to
herself:
“It
happened
right
here.
If
I
could
do
it
over,
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,
and
she
walked
away
with
tears
on
her
cheeks.
Then
a
group
of
boys
and
girls—Tom’s
and
Joe’s
friends—came
by.
They
stood
by
the
fence,
talking
quietly
about
how
Tom
did
certain
things
the
last
time
they
saw
him,
and
how
Joe
said
small
things
that
now
seemed
important.
Each
pointed
to
the
exact
spot
where
the
boys
stood
and
added
something
like,
“I
was
standing
just
like
this,
as
if
you
were
him—I
was
that
close—and
he
smiled,
just
like
that—and
then
something
came
over
me,
like—strange,
you
know—and
I
didn’t
think
about
it
then,
but
I
see
now!”
Then
they
argued
about
who
saw
the
boys
last
when
they
were
alive,
and
many
claimed
that
sad
honor.
They
offered
proof,
though
some
stories
were
a
bit
changed.
When
it
was
finally
decided
who
saw
the
boys
last
and
spoke
the
last
words
with
them,
those
people
felt
very
important
and
were
envied
by
the
others.
One
boy,
who
had
nothing
else
to
offer,
said
proudly:
“Well,
Tom
Sawyer
beat
me
up
once.”
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