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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 6, Página 6
But
all
challenges
have
their
rewards.
As
Tom
headed
to
school
after
breakfast,
he
was
the
envy
of
every
boy
he
met
because
the
gap
in
his
upper
teeth
allowed
him
to
spit
in
a
new
and
impressive
way.
He
gathered
quite
a
following
of
boys
interested
in
his
display;
and
one
boy
who
had
cut
his
finger
and
had
been
the
center
of
attention
and
admiration
up
to
that
point
found
himself
suddenly
without
followers,
stripped
of
his
glory.
His
heart
was
heavy,
and
he
said
with
a
disdain
he
didn’t
truly
feel
that
it
wasn’t
anything
special
to
spit
like
Tom
Sawyer;
but
another
boy
said,
“Sour
grapes!”
and
he
wandered
away
a
dethroned
hero.
Soon
Tom
came
across
the
town’s
juvenile
outcast,
Huckleberry
Finn,
son
of
the
town
drunkard.
Huckleberry
was
thoroughly
disliked
and
feared
by
all
the
mothers
in
town
because
he
was
idle,
lawless,
vulgar,
and
bad—and
because
all
their
children
admired
him
so
much,
enjoying
his
forbidden
company,
and
wishing
they
dared
to
be
like
him.
Tom
was
like
the
rest
of
the
respectable
boys,
envying
Huckleberry’s
colorful
outcast
status
and
being
strictly
forbidden
to
play
with
him.
So
he
played
with
him
every
chance
he
got.
Huckleberry
always
wore
the
cast-off
clothes
of
grown
men,
which
were
perpetually
in
tatters
and
fluttering
with
rags.
His
hat
was
a
total
wreck
with
a
wide
crescent
cut
out
of
its
brim;
his
coat,
when
he
wore
one,
hung
nearly
to
his
heels,
and
the
rear
buttons
were
far
down
the
back;
only
one
suspender
held
up
his
trousers;
the
seat
of
his
trousers
sagged
low
and
contained
nothing,
and
the
fringed
legs
dragged
in
the
dirt
unless
rolled
up.
Huckleberry
came
and
went
as
he
pleased.
He
slept
on
doorsteps
in
good
weather
and
in
empty
barrels
in
the
rain;
he
didn’t
have
to
go
to
school
or
church,
or
answer
to
anyone;
he
could
fish
or
swim
whenever
and
wherever
he
wanted,
and
stay
as
long
as
he
liked;
nobody
stopped
him
from
fighting;
he
could
stay
up
as
late
as
he
wanted;
he
was
always
the
first
boy
to
go
barefoot
in
the
spring
and
the
last
to
wear
shoes
in
the
fall;
he
never
had
to
wash
or
put
on
clean
clothes;
he
could
swear
impressively.
In
short,
everything
that
makes
life
precious,
that
boy
had.
So
thought
every
stressed,
restricted,
respectable
boy
in
St.
Petersburg.
Tom
greeted
the
romantic
outcast:
“Hello,
Huckleberry!”
“Hello
yourself,
and
see
how
you
like
it.”
“What’s
that
you
got?”
“Dead
cat.”
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