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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 3, Página 2
Then
he
dashed
out
and
saw
Sid
just
starting
up
the
outside
stairs
to
the
back
rooms
on
the
second
floor.
Clods
were
readily
available,
and
soon
the
air
was
filled
with
them.
They
pelted
Sid
like
a
hailstorm;
and
before
Aunt
Polly
could
gather
her
wits
and
rush
to
help,
six
or
seven
clods
had
hit
their
mark,
and
Tom
was
over
the
fence
and
gone.
There
was
a
gate,
but
he
usually
didn’t
have
time
to
use
it.
His
heart
was
light,
now
that
he
had
settled
with
Sid
for
pointing
out
his
black
thread
and
getting
him
into
trouble.
Tom
circled
the
block
and
entered
a
muddy
alley
that
ran
behind
his
aunt’s
cow-stable.
He
soon
got
beyond
the
reach
of
capture
and
punishment,
and
hurried
toward
the
village
square,
where
two
“military”
groups
of
boys
had
gathered
for
battle,
as
planned.
Tom
was
the
General
of
one
of
these
armies,
Joe
Harper
(a
close
friend)
General
of
the
other.
These
two
great
leaders
didn’t
lower
themselves
to
fight
personally—that
was
for
the
younger
boys—but
sat
together
on
a
hill
and
directed
the
battle
through
aides-de-camp.
Tom’s
army
won
a
great
victory
after
a
long
and
hard-fought
battle.
Then
the
dead
were
counted,
prisoners
exchanged,
the
terms
for
the
next
conflict
agreed
upon,
and
the
day
for
the
next
battle
set;
after
which
the
armies
lined
up
and
marched
away,
and
Tom
headed
home
alone.
As
he
passed
by
the
house
where
Jeff
Thatcher
lived,
he
saw
a
new
girl
in
the
garden—a
lovely
little
blue-eyed
creature
with
yellow
hair
braided
into
two
long
tails,
a
white
summer
dress,
and
embroidered
pantalettes.
The
newly
crowned
hero
fell
for
her
without
a
fight.
A
certain
Amy
Lawrence
vanished
from
his
heart,
leaving
not
even
a
memory.
He
had
thought
he
loved
her
deeply;
he
had
seen
his
feelings
as
adoration;
and
now
it
was
clear
it
had
been
a
fleeting
fancy.
He
had
spent
months
winning
her
over;
she
had
confessed
just
a
week
ago;
he
had
been
the
happiest
and
proudest
boy
in
the
world
for
only
seven
short
days,
and
now
she
was
out
of
his
heart
like
a
casual
visitor
whose
time
had
come.
He
admired
this
new
angel
with
a
shy
glance
until
he
saw
she
noticed
him;
then
he
pretended
not
to
see
her
and
began
to
“show
off”
in
all
sorts
of
silly
boyish
ways
to
win
her
admiration.
He
kept
up
this
ridiculous
act
for
some
time;
but
eventually,
while
he
was
in
the
middle
of
some
risky
gymnastic
moves,
he
glanced
aside
and
saw
that
the
little
girl
was
heading
toward
the
house.
Tom
came
up
to
the
fence
and
leaned
on
it,
hoping
she
would
stay
a
bit
longer.
She
paused
on
the
steps
and
then
moved
toward
the
door.
Tom
sighed
deeply
as
she
stepped
onto
the
threshold.
But
his
face
brightened
immediately,
for
she
tossed
a
pansy
over
the
fence
just
before
she
disappeared.
The
boy
ran
over
and
stopped
a
foot
or
two
from
the
flower,
then
shaded
his
eyes
with
his
hand
and
pretended
to
look
down
the
street
as
if
something
interesting
was
happening
there.
Soon
he
picked
up
a
straw
and
tried
to
balance
it
on
his
nose,
with
his
head
tilted
back;
and
as
he
moved
from
side
to
side,
he
edged
closer
to
the
pansy;
finally,
his
bare
foot
rested
on
it,
his
flexible
toes
closed
around
it,
and
he
hopped
away
with
his
prize
and
disappeared
around
the
corner.
But
only
for
a
moment—just
long
enough
to
button
the
flower
inside
his
jacket,
next
to
his
heart—or
maybe
his
stomach,
since
he
wasn’t
well-versed
in
anatomy
and
didn’t
care
much
anyway.
He
returned,
and
lingered
by
the
fence
until
nightfall,
“showing
off”
as
before;
but
the
girl
didn’t
appear
again,
though
Tom
comforted
himself
with
the
hope
that
she
had
been
near
a
window,
aware
of
his
gestures.
Finally,
he
trudged
home
reluctantly,
his
mind
full
of
dreams.
During
supper,
his
spirits
were
so
high
that
his
aunt
wondered
“what
had
gotten
into
the
child.”
He
took
a
scolding
for
throwing
clods
at
Sid,
and
didn’t
seem
to
care
at
all.
He
tried
to
steal
sugar
right
under
his
aunt’s
nose
and
got
his
knuckles
rapped
for
it.
He
said:
“Aunt,
you
don’t
smack
Sid
when
he
takes
it.”
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