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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 13, Página 8
"Who?"
asked
Huck.
"Why,
the
pirates."
Huck
looked
at
his
own
clothes
sadly.
"I
guess
I’m
not
dressed
right
for
a
pirate,"
he
said,
with
a
regretful
tone;
"but
I
don’t
have
anything
else."
But
the
other
boys
told
him
the
fancy
clothes
would
come
soon
enough,
once
they
started
their
adventures.
They
explained
that
his
poor
rags
would
do
for
now,
though
it
was
common
for
wealthy
pirates
to
start
with
a
proper
wardrobe.
Gradually,
their
conversation
faded,
and
sleepiness
began
to
take
over
the
eyelids
of
the
little
wanderers.
The
pipe
slipped
from
the
Red-Handed's
fingers,
and
he
slept
the
sleep
of
the
guiltless
and
tired.
The
Terror
of
the
Seas
and
the
Black
Avenger
of
the
Spanish
Main
had
more
trouble
falling
asleep.
They
said
their
prayers
silently,
lying
down,
since
no
one
was
there
to
make
them
kneel
and
recite
aloud;
in
truth,
they
considered
not
saying
them
at
all,
but
they
were
afraid
to
go
that
far,
fearing
a
sudden
and
special
punishment
from
heaven.
Then
they
almost
reached
the
edge
of
sleep—but
an
intruder
came,
one
that
wouldn’t
go
away.
It
was
conscience.
They
started
to
feel
a
vague
fear
that
running
away
was
wrong;
then
they
thought
about
the
stolen
meat,
and
the
real
torment
began.
They
tried
to
argue
it
away
by
reminding
their
conscience
that
they
had
taken
sweets
and
apples
many
times
before;
but
conscience
wasn't
satisfied
by
such
weak
excuses;
it
seemed
to
them,
in
the
end,
that
there
was
no
avoiding
the
stubborn
fact
that
taking
sweets
was
just
"borrowing,"
while
taking
bacon
and
hams
and
such
valuables
was
plain
stealing—and
there
was
a
commandment
against
that
in
the
Bible.
So
they
silently
decided
that
as
long
as
they
remained
in
the
business,
their
piracies
would
not
again
be
tainted
with
the
crime
of
stealing.
Then
conscience
gave
them
a
break,
and
these
oddly
inconsistent
pirates
fell
peacefully
asleep.
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