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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 12, Página 4
“Heaps.
Because
if
he’d
had
one
she’d
a
burnt
him
out
herself!
She’d
a
roasted
his
bowels
out
of
him
’thout
any
more
feeling
than
if
he
was
a
human!”
Aunt
Polly
felt
a
sudden
pang
of
remorse.
This
was
putting
the
thing
in
a
new
light;
what
was
cruelty
to
a
cat
might
be
cruelty
to
a
boy,
too.
She
began
to
soften;
she
felt
sorry.
Her
eyes
watered
a
little,
and
she
put
her
hand
on
Tom’s
head
and
said
gently:
“I
was
meaning
for
the
best,
Tom.
And,
Tom,
it
did
do
you
good.”
Tom
looked
up
in
her
face
with
just
a
perceptible
twinkle
peeping
through
his
gravity.
“I
know
you
was
meaning
for
the
best,
aunty,
and
so
was
I
with
Peter.
It
done
him
good,
too.
I
never
see
him
get
around
so
since—”
“Oh,
go
’long
with
you,
Tom,
before
you
aggravate
me
again.
And
you
try
and
see
if
you
can’t
be
a
good
boy,
for
once,
and
you
needn’t
take
any
more
medicine.”
Tom
reached
school
ahead
of
time.
It
was
noticed
that
this
strange
thing
had
been
occurring
every
day
latterly.
And
now,
as
usual
of
late,
he
hung
about
the
gate
of
the
schoolyard
instead
of
playing
with
his
comrades.
He
was
sick,
he
said,
and
he
looked
it.
He
tried
to
seem
to
be
looking
everywhere
but
whither
he
really
was
looking—down
the
road.
Presently
Jeff
Thatcher
hove
in
sight,
and
Tom’s
face
lighted;
he
gazed
a
moment,
and
then
turned
sorrowfully
away.
When
Jeff
arrived,
Tom
accosted
him;
and
“led
up”
warily
to
opportunities
for
remark
about
Becky,
but
the
giddy
lad
never
could
see
the
bait.
Tom
watched
and
watched,
hoping
whenever
a
frisking
frock
came
in
sight,
and
hating
the
owner
of
it
as
soon
as
he
saw
she
was
not
the
right
one.
At
last
frocks
ceased
to
appear,
and
he
dropped
hopelessly
into
the
dumps;
he
entered
the
empty
schoolhouse
and
sat
down
to
suffer.
Then
one
more
frock
passed
in
at
the
gate,
and
Tom’s
heart
gave
a
great
bound.
The
next
instant
he
was
out,
and
“going
on”
like
an
Indian;
yelling,
laughing,
chasing
boys,
jumping
over
the
fence
at
risk
of
life
and
limb,
throwing
handsprings,
standing
on
his
head—doing
all
the
heroic
things
he
could
conceive
of,
and
keeping
a
furtive
eye
out,
all
the
while,
to
see
if
Becky
Thatcher
was
noticing.
But
she
seemed
to
be
unconscious
of
it
all;
she
never
looked.
Could
it
be
possible
that
she
was
not
aware
that
he
was
there?
He
carried
his
exploits
to
her
immediate
vicinity;
came
war-whooping
around,
snatched
a
boy’s
cap,
hurled
it
to
the
roof
of
the
schoolhouse,
broke
through
a
group
of
boys,
tumbling
them
in
every
direction,
and
fell
sprawling,
himself,
under
Becky’s
nose,
almost
upsetting
her—and
she
turned,
with
her
nose
in
the
air,
and
he
heard
her
say:
“Mf!
some
people
think
they’re
mighty
smart—always
showing
off!”
Tom’s
cheeks
burned.
He
gathered
himself
up
and
sneaked
off,
crushed
and
crestfallen.
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