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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 9, Página 8
"I!
I
didn't
do
it!"
"Look
here!
That
kind
of
talk
won't
work."
Potter
trembled
and
turned
pale.
"I
thought
I
was
sober.
I
shouldn't
have
drunk
tonight.
But
it's
still
in
my
head—worse
than
when
we
got
here.
I'm
all
confused;
can't
remember
much
of
it.
Tell
me,
Joe—honestly,
now,
old
friend—did
I
do
it?
Joe,
I
never
meant
to—on
my
soul
and
honor,
I
never
meant
to,
Joe.
Tell
me
what
happened,
Joe.
Oh,
it's
terrible—and
him
so
young
and
full
of
promise."
"Well,
you
two
were
fighting,
and
he
hit
you
with
the
headboard,
and
you
fell
flat.
Then
you
got
up,
all
staggering,
grabbed
the
knife,
and
stabbed
him,
just
as
he
hit
you
again—and
here
you've
been,
as
dead
as
a
stone
until
now."
"Oh,
I
didn't
know
what
I
was
doing.
I
wish
I
could
die
right
now
if
I
did.
It
was
all
because
of
the
whiskey
and
the
excitement,
I
guess.
I've
never
used
a
weapon
before,
Joe.
I've
fought,
but
never
with
weapons.
Everyone
will
say
that.
Joe,
don't
tell!
Promise
you
won't
tell,
Joe—that's
a
good
friend.
I've
always
liked
you,
Joe,
and
stood
up
for
you,
too.
Don't
you
remember?
You
won't
tell,
will
you,
Joe?"
And
the
poor
man
dropped
to
his
knees
before
the
unmoved
murderer,
clasping
his
pleading
hands.
"No,
you've
always
been
fair
with
me,
Muff
Potter,
and
I
won't
betray
you.
There,
now,
that's
as
fair
as
a
man
can
say."
"Oh,
Joe,
you're
an
angel.
I'll
be
grateful
to
you
for
this
as
long
as
I
live."
And
Potter
began
to
cry.
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