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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 10, Página 10
Then
they
separated,
cogitating.
When
Tom
crept
in
at
his
bedroom
window
the
night
was
almost
spent.
He
undressed
with
excessive
caution,
and
fell
asleep
congratulating
himself
that
nobody
knew
of
his
escapade.
He
was
not
aware
that
the
gently-snoring
Sid
was
awake,
and
had
been
so
for
an
hour.
When
Tom
awoke,
Sid
was
dressed
and
gone.
There
was
a
late
look
in
the
light,
a
late
sense
in
the
atmosphere.
He
was
startled.
Why
had
he
not
been
called—persecuted
till
he
was
up,
as
usual?
The
thought
filled
him
with
bodings.
Within
five
minutes
he
was
dressed
and
down-stairs,
feeling
sore
and
drowsy.
The
family
were
still
at
table,
but
they
had
finished
breakfast.
There
was
no
voice
of
rebuke;
but
there
were
averted
eyes;
there
was
a
silence
and
an
air
of
solemnity
that
struck
a
chill
to
the
culprit’s
heart.
He
sat
down
and
tried
to
seem
gay,
but
it
was
up-hill
work;
it
roused
no
smile,
no
response,
and
he
lapsed
into
silence
and
let
his
heart
sink
down
to
the
depths.
After
breakfast
his
aunt
took
him
aside,
and
Tom
almost
brightened
in
the
hope
that
he
was
going
to
be
flogged;
but
it
was
not
so.
His
aunt
wept
over
him
and
asked
him
how
he
could
go
and
break
her
old
heart
so;
and
finally
told
him
to
go
on,
and
ruin
himself
and
bring
her
gray
hairs
with
sorrow
to
the
grave,
for
it
was
no
use
for
her
to
try
any
more.
This
was
worse
than
a
thousand
whippings,
and
Tom’s
heart
was
sorer
now
than
his
body.
He
cried,
he
pleaded
for
forgiveness,
promised
to
reform
over
and
over
again,
and
then
received
his
dismissal,
feeling
that
he
had
won
but
an
imperfect
forgiveness
and
established
but
a
feeble
confidence.
He
left
the
presence
too
miserable
to
even
feel
revengeful
toward
Sid;
and
so
the
latter’s
prompt
retreat
through
the
back
gate
was
unnecessary.
He
moped
to
school
gloomy
and
sad,
and
took
his
flogging,
along
with
Joe
Harper,
for
playing
hookey
the
day
before,
with
the
air
of
one
whose
heart
was
busy
with
heavier
woes
and
wholly
dead
to
trifles.
Then
he
betook
himself
to
his
seat,
rested
his
elbows
on
his
desk
and
his
jaws
in
his
hands,
and
stared
at
the
wall
with
the
stony
stare
of
suffering
that
has
reached
the
limit
and
can
no
further
go.
His
elbow
was
pressing
against
some
hard
substance.
After
a
long
time
he
slowly
and
sadly
changed
his
position,
and
took
up
this
object
with
a
sigh.
It
was
in
a
paper.
He
unrolled
it.
A
long,
lingering,
colossal
sigh
followed,
and
his
heart
broke.
It
was
his
brass
andiron
knob!
This
final
feather
broke
the
camel’s
back.
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