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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 15, Página 2
"Sid!"
Tom
felt
the
glare
of
his
aunt's
eyes,
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
trouble
yourself,
sir!
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."
"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
sprawling.
Little
did
I
know
then,
how
soon—Oh,
if
I
could
do
it
over,
I'd
hug
him
and
bless
him
for
it."
"Yes,
yes,
I
know
exactly
how
you
feel,
Mrs.
Harper,
I
know
just
how
you
feel.
Just
yesterday
at
noon,
my
Tom
filled
the
cat
full
of
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
the
old
lady,
and
she
broke
down
completely.
Tom
was
sniffling
now,
more
out
of
pity
for
himself
than
anyone
else.
He
could
hear
Mary
crying,
occasionally
saying
something
kind
about
him.
He
started
to
think
more
highly
of
himself
than
ever
before.
Still,
he
was
moved
by
his
aunt's
sorrow
and
wanted
to
rush
out
from
under
the
bed
to
surprise
her
with
joy—and
the
dramatic
flair
of
it
appealed
to
him
too,
but
he
resisted
and
stayed
quiet.
He
continued
listening
and
gathered
from
bits
and
pieces
that
at
first,
people
thought
the
boys
had
drowned
while
swimming;
then
the
small
raft
was
missed;
next,
some
boys
mentioned
the
missing
lads
had
promised
the
village
would
"hear
something"
soon;
the
smart
ones
put
it
all
together
and
decided
the
boys
had
taken
the
raft
and
would
show
up
in
the
next
town
below.
But
by
noon,
the
raft
was
found
stuck
against
the
Missouri
shore,
about
five
or
six
miles
below
the
village—and
then
hope
vanished;
they
must
be
drowned,
or
else
hunger
would
have
driven
them
home
by
nightfall,
if
not
sooner.
It
was
believed
the
search
for
the
bodies
was
fruitless
only
because
the
drowning
must
have
happened
in
mid-channel,
since
the
boys,
being
good
swimmers,
would
have
otherwise
reached
the
shore.
This
was
Wednesday
night.
If
the
bodies
remained
missing
until
Sunday,
all
hope
would
be
lost,
and
the
funerals
would
be
held
that
morning.
Tom
shuddered.
Mrs.
Harper
gave
a
tearful
goodnight
and
turned
to
leave.
Then,
with
a
mutual
impulse,
the
two
grieving
women
embraced
each
other
and
had
a
good,
consoling
cry,
and
then
parted.
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
earnestly,
and
with
such
boundless
love
in
her
words
and
her
old
trembling
voice,
that
he
was
in
tears
again
long
before
she
finished.
He
had
to
remain
still
long
after
she
went
to
bed,
as
she
kept
making
broken-hearted
exclamations,
tossing
restlessly,
and
turning
over.
But
finally,
she
was
quiet,
only
moaning
a
little
in
her
sleep.
Now
the
boy
slipped
out,
rose
slowly
by
the
bedside,
shaded
the
candlelight
with
his
hand,
and
stood
looking
at
her.
His
heart
was
full
of
pity
for
her.
He
took
out
his
sycamore
scroll
and
placed
it
by
the
candle.
But
something
occurred
to
him,
and
he
paused
to
think.
His
face
lit
up
with
a
happy
solution
to
his
thought;
he
quickly
put
the
bark
back
in
his
pocket.
Then
he
leaned
over,
kissed
her
faded
lips,
and
quietly
left,
latching
the
door
behind
him.
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