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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 17, Página 1
The
small
town
was
not
cheerful
that
calm
Saturday
afternoon.
The
Harpers
and
Aunt
Polly's
family
were
in
mourning,
filled
with
sorrow
and
tears.
An
unusual
stillness
settled
over
the
village,
which
was
typically
quiet
enough.
The
villagers
moved
through
their
day
absentmindedly,
speaking
little,
but
sighing
often.
The
Saturday
holiday
felt
like
a
burden
to
the
children.
They
had
no
interest
in
their
games
and
slowly
abandoned
them.
That
afternoon,
Becky
Thatcher
wandered
around
the
empty
schoolyard,
feeling
very
sad.
She
found
nothing
there
to
lift
her
spirits.
She
spoke
to
herself:
“Oh,
if
I
only
had
that
brass
andiron-knob
again!
But
now
I
have
nothing
to
remember
him
by.”
She
stifled
a
small
sob.
Soon
she
paused
and
thought:
“It
happened
right
here.
Oh,
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,
ever
see
him
again.”
This
thought
overwhelmed
her,
and
she
walked
away,
tears
streaming
down
her
face.
Then
a
group
of
boys
and
girls—Tom’s
and
Joe’s
friends—came
by,
standing
by
the
fence
and
speaking
softly
about
how
Tom
did
this
or
that
the
last
time
they
saw
him,
and
how
Joe
said
some
small
thing
(full
of
ominous
meaning,
they
realized
now!).
Each
one
pointed
to
where
the
boys
had
stood,
adding,
“And
I
was
standing
just
like
this—as
if
you
were
him—I
was
this
close—and
he
smiled
just
like
this—and
then
something
strange
came
over
me,
like—awful,
you
know—and
I
never
realized
what
it
meant
then,
but
now
I
do!”
Then
they
argued
over
who
saw
the
boys
last,
each
wanting
that
sad
honor,
offering
evidence
that
was
somewhat
altered.
When
it
was
finally
decided
who
saw
them
last
and
exchanged
the
last
words,
the
lucky
ones
felt
a
special
importance,
admired
and
envied
by
the
rest.
One
boy,
with
nothing
else
to
offer,
said
with
some
pride:
“Well,
Tom
Sawyer
beat
me
up
once.”
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