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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 15, Página 2
“Sid!”
Tom
felt
the
glare
of
the
old
lady’s
eye,
though
he
could
not
see
it.
“Not
a
word
against
my
Tom,
now
that
he’s
gone!
God’ll
take
care
of
him—never
you
trouble
yourself,
sir!
Oh,
Mrs.
Harper,
I
don’t
know
how
to
give
him
up!
I
don’t
know
how
to
give
him
up!
He
was
such
a
comfort
to
me,
although
he
tormented
my
old
heart
out
of
me,
’most.”
“The
Lord
giveth
and
the
Lord
hath
taken
away—Blessed
be
the
name
of
the
Lord!
But
it’s
so
hard—Oh,
it’s
so
hard!
Only
last
Saturday
my
Joe
busted
a
firecracker
right
under
my
nose
and
I
knocked
him
sprawling.
Little
did
I
know
then,
how
soon—Oh,
if
it
was
to
do
over
again
I’d
hug
him
and
bless
him
for
it.”
“Yes,
yes,
yes,
I
know
just
how
you
feel,
Mrs.
Harper,
I
know
just
exactly
how
you
feel.
No
longer
ago
than
yesterday
noon,
my
Tom
took
and
filled
the
cat
full
of
Pain-killer,
and
I
did
think
the
cretur
would
tear
the
house
down.
And
God
forgive
me,
I
cracked
Tom’s
head
with
my
thimble,
poor
boy,
poor
dead
boy.
But
he’s
out
of
all
his
troubles
now.
And
the
last
words
I
ever
heard
him
say
was
to
reproach—”
But
this
memory
was
too
much
for
the
old
lady,
and
she
broke
entirely
down.
Tom
was
snuffling,
now,
himself—and
more
in
pity
of
himself
than
anybody
else.
He
could
hear
Mary
crying,
and
putting
in
a
kindly
word
for
him
from
time
to
time.
He
began
to
have
a
nobler
opinion
of
himself
than
ever
before.
Still,
he
was
sufficiently
touched
by
his
aunt’s
grief
to
long
to
rush
out
from
under
the
bed
and
overwhelm
her
with
joy—and
the
theatrical
gorgeousness
of
the
thing
appealed
strongly
to
his
nature,
too,
but
he
resisted
and
lay
still.
He
went
on
listening,
and
gathered
by
odds
and
ends
that
it
was
conjectured
at
first
that
the
boys
had
got
drowned
while
taking
a
swim;
then
the
small
raft
had
been
missed;
next,
certain
boys
said
the
missing
lads
had
promised
that
the
village
should
“hear
something”
soon;
the
wise-heads
had
“put
this
and
that
together”
and
decided
that
the
lads
had
gone
off
on
that
raft
and
would
turn
up
at
the
next
town
below,
presently;
but
toward
noon
the
raft
had
been
found,
lodged
against
the
Missouri
shore
some
five
or
six
miles
below
the
village—and
then
hope
perished;
they
must
be
drowned,
else
hunger
would
have
driven
them
home
by
nightfall
if
not
sooner.
It
was
believed
that
the
search
for
the
bodies
had
been
a
fruitless
effort
merely
because
the
drowning
must
have
occurred
in
mid-channel,
since
the
boys,
being
good
swimmers,
would
otherwise
have
escaped
to
shore.
This
was
Wednesday
night.
If
the
bodies
continued
missing
until
Sunday,
all
hope
would
be
given
over,
and
the
funerals
would
be
preached
on
that
morning.
Tom
shuddered.
Mrs.
Harper
gave
a
sobbing
goodnight
and
turned
to
go.
Then
with
a
mutual
impulse
the
two
bereaved
women
flung
themselves
into
each
other’s
arms
and
had
a
good,
consoling
cry,
and
then
parted.
Aunt
Polly
was
tender
far
beyond
her
wont,
in
her
goodnight
to
Sid
and
Mary.
Sid
snuffled
a
bit
and
Mary
went
off
crying
with
all
her
heart.
Aunt
Polly
knelt
down
and
prayed
for
Tom
so
touchingly,
so
appealingly,
and
with
such
measureless
love
in
her
words
and
her
old
trembling
voice,
that
he
was
weltering
in
tears
again,
long
before
she
was
through.
He
had
to
keep
still
long
after
she
went
to
bed,
for
she
kept
making
broken-hearted
ejaculations
from
time
to
time,
tossing
unrestfully,
and
turning
over.
But
at
last
she
was
still,
only
moaning
a
little
in
her
sleep.
Now
the
boy
stole
out,
rose
gradually
by
the
bedside,
shaded
the
candle-light
with
his
hand,
and
stood
regarding
her.
His
heart
was
full
of
pity
for
her.
He
took
out
his
sycamore
scroll
and
placed
it
by
the
candle.
But
something
occurred
to
him,
and
he
lingered
considering.
His
face
lighted
with
a
happy
solution
of
his
thought;
he
put
the
bark
hastily
in
his
pocket.
Then
he
bent
over
and
kissed
the
faded
lips,
and
straightway
made
his
stealthy
exit,
latching
the
door
behind
him.
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