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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 9, Página 8
"I!
I
didn’t
do
it!"
"Come
on!
That
kind
of
talk
won’t
work."
Potter
shook
and
turned
pale.
"I
thought
I
was
sober.
I
shouldn’t
have
drunk
tonight.
But
my
head
is
still
spinning—worse
than
when
we
came
here.
I’m
all
mixed
up;
I
can’t
remember
much.
Tell
me,
Joe—honestly,
old
friend—did
I
do
it?
Joe,
I
never
meant
to—on
my
soul
and
honor,
I
never
meant
to,
Joe.
Tell
me
how
it
happened,
Joe.
Oh,
it’s
terrible—and
him
so
young
and
full
of
promise."
"Well,
you
two
were
fighting,
and
he
hit
you
with
the
headboard
and
you
fell.
Then
you
got
up,
staggering,
grabbed
the
knife,
and
stabbed
him
just
as
he
hit
you
again.
And
here
you’ve
been,
like
dead,
until
now."
"Oh,
I
didn’t
know
what
I
was
doing.
I
wish
I
could
die
right
now
if
I
did.
It
was
the
whiskey
and
the
excitement,
I
guess.
I
never
used
a
weapon
before,
Joe.
I’ve
fought,
but
never
with
weapons.
Everyone
knows
that.
Joe,
don’t
tell!
Please
say
you
won’t
tell,
Joe—you’re
a
good
friend.
I
always
liked
you,
Joe,
and
stood
up
for
you,
too.
Don’t
you
remember?
You
won’t
tell,
will
you,
Joe?"
The
poor
man
dropped
to
his
knees
in
front
of
the
silent
murderer,
begging
with
his
hands.
"No,
you’ve
always
been
fair
with
me,
Muff
Potter,
and
I
won’t
betray
you.
That’s
as
fair
as
I
can
say."
"Oh,
Joe,
you’re
an
angel.
I’ll
thank
you
for
this
as
long
as
I
live."
Potter
started
to
cry.
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