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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 21, Página 3
Then
a
young
lady
with
dark
skin,
black
eyes,
and
black
hair
appeared.
She
paused
dramatically,
took
on
a
serious
look,
and
began
to
read
in
a
slow,
serious
voice:
A
VISION
It
was
a
dark
and
stormy
night.
Not
a
single
star
shone
in
the
sky,
but
the
loud
thunder
kept
echoing
in
the
air,
while
the
fierce
lightning
flashed
angrily
through
the
clouds,
as
if
mocking
Franklin’s
power
over
it!
Even
the
strong
winds
came
out
from
their
mysterious
homes
and
blew
fiercely,
as
if
to
add
to
the
wildness
of
the
scene.
At
such
a
dark,
dreary
time,
my
spirit
longed
for
human
sympathy;
but
instead,
"My
dearest
friend,
my
advisor,
my
comforter
and
guide—
My
joy
in
grief,
my
second
bliss
in
joy,"
came
to
my
side.
She
moved
like
one
of
those
bright
beings
imagined
in
the
sunny
paths
of
a
young
person’s
dreams,
a
queen
of
beauty
without
any
adornments
except
her
own
incredible
loveliness.
Her
step
was
so
soft,
it
made
no
sound,
and
if
not
for
the
magical
feeling
from
her
gentle
touch,
like
other
unnoticed
beauties,
she
would
have
slipped
away
unseen—unnoticed.
A
strange
sadness
was
on
her
face,
like
cold
tears
on
a
winter
coat,
as
she
pointed
to
the
stormy
scene
outside
and
asked
me
to
think
about
the
two
beings
presented.
This
vision
took
up
about
ten
pages
of
writing
and
ended
with
a
sermon
that
was
very
discouraging
to
non-Presbyterians.
It
won
the
first
prize.
The
mayor
of
the
village,
when
giving
the
prize
to
the
author,
made
a
warm
speech.
He
said
it
was
the
most
"eloquent"
thing
he
had
ever
heard
and
that
even
Daniel
Webster
might
be
proud
of
it.
It’s
worth
noting
that
many
compositions
used
the
word
“beauteous”
too
much
and
talked
about
human
experience
as
“life’s
page,”
which
was
quite
common.
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