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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 21, Página 3
Next,
a
dark-complexioned
young
lady
with
black
eyes
and
hair
appeared.
She
paused
dramatically,
put
on
a
tragic
expression,
and
began
to
read
in
a
slow,
solemn
voice:
A
VISION
The
night
was
dark
and
stormy.
Not
a
single
star
shone
around
the
high
throne,
but
the
deep
sounds
of
thunder
constantly
echoed
in
the
air;
while
the
fierce
lightning
danced
angrily
through
the
cloudy
heavens,
mocking
the
power
that
Franklin
had
over
its
terror!
Even
the
wild
winds
came
out
of
their
mysterious
homes,
adding
to
the
scene's
wildness
with
their
bluster.
At
such
a
dark,
dreary
time,
my
spirit
longed
for
human
sympathy;
but
instead,
'My
dearest
friend,
my
counselor,
my
comforter
and
guide—
My
joy
in
grief,
my
second
bliss
in
joy,'
came
to
my
side.
She
moved
like
a
bright
being
from
the
sunny
paths
of
a
young
romantic's
Eden,
a
queen
of
beauty
adorned
only
by
her
own
incredible
loveliness.
Her
step
was
so
soft
it
made
no
sound,
and
if
not
for
the
magical
thrill
of
her
touch,
she
might
have
slipped
away
unnoticed.
A
strange
sadness
was
on
her
face,
like
icy
tears
on
December's
robe,
as
she
pointed
to
the
battling
elements
outside
and
told
me
to
consider
the
two
beings
presented.
This
dream
took
about
ten
pages
of
writing
and
ended
with
a
sermon
that
was
so
discouraging
to
non-Presbyterians
that
it
won
the
first
prize.
This
composition
was
considered
the
finest
effort
of
the
evening.
The
village
mayor,
while
giving
the
prize
to
the
author,
made
a
warm
speech
saying
it
was
the
most
"eloquent"
thing
he'd
ever
heard,
and
that
Daniel
Webster
himself
would
be
proud
of
it.
It’s
worth
noting
that
the
number
of
compositions
using
the
word
"beauteous"
excessively,
and
referring
to
human
experience
as
"life’s
page,"
was
quite
typical.
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