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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 10, Página 4
Tom’s
whole
being
applauded
this
idea.
It
was
deep,
and
dark,
and
awful;
the
hour,
the
circumstances,
the
surroundings,
were
in
keeping
with
it.
He
picked
up
a
clean
pine
shingle
that
lay
in
the
moon-light,
took
a
little
fragment
of
“red
keel”
out
of
his
pocket,
got
the
moon
on
his
work,
and
painfully
scrawled
these
lines,
emphasizing
each
slow
down-stroke
by
clamping
his
tongue
between
his
teeth,
and
letting
up
the
pressure
on
the
up-strokes.
“Huck
Finn
and
Tom
Sawyer
swears
they
will
keep
mum
about
This
and
They
wish
They
may
Drop
down
dead
in
Their
Tracks
if
They
ever
Tell
and
Rot.”
Huckleberry
was
filled
with
admiration
of
Tom’s
facility
in
writing,
and
the
sublimity
of
his
language.
He
at
once
took
a
pin
from
his
lapel
and
was
going
to
prick
his
flesh,
but
Tom
said:
“Hold
on!
Don’t
do
that.
A
pin’s
brass.
It
might
have
verdigrease
on
it.”
“What’s
verdigrease?”
“It’s
p’ison.
That’s
what
it
is.
You
just
swaller
some
of
it
once—you’ll
see.”
So
Tom
unwound
the
thread
from
one
of
his
needles,
and
each
boy
pricked
the
ball
of
his
thumb
and
squeezed
out
a
drop
of
blood.
In
time,
after
many
squeezes,
Tom
managed
to
sign
his
initials,
using
the
ball
of
his
little
finger
for
a
pen.
Then
he
showed
Huckleberry
how
to
make
an
H
and
an
F,
and
the
oath
was
complete.
They
buried
the
shingle
close
to
the
wall,
with
some
dismal
ceremonies
and
incantations,
and
the
fetters
that
bound
their
tongues
were
considered
to
be
locked
and
the
key
thrown
away.
A
figure
crept
stealthily
through
a
break
in
the
other
end
of
the
ruined
building,
now,
but
they
did
not
notice
it.
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