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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 17, Página 1
But
there
was
no
hilarity
in
the
little
town
that
same
tranquil
Saturday
afternoon.
The
Harpers,
and
Aunt
Polly’s
family,
were
being
put
into
mourning,
with
great
grief
and
many
tears.
An
unusual
quiet
possessed
the
village,
although
it
was
ordinarily
quiet
enough,
in
all
conscience.
The
villagers
conducted
their
concerns
with
an
absent
air,
and
talked
little;
but
they
sighed
often.
The
Saturday
holiday
seemed
a
burden
to
the
children.
They
had
no
heart
in
their
sports,
and
gradually
gave
them
up.
In
the
afternoon
Becky
Thatcher
found
herself
moping
about
the
deserted
schoolhouse
yard,
and
feeling
very
melancholy.
But
she
found
nothing
there
to
comfort
her.
She
soliloquized:
“Oh,
if
I
only
had
a
brass
andiron-knob
again!
But
I
haven’t
got
anything
now
to
remember
him
by.”
And
she
choked
back
a
little
sob.
Presently
she
stopped,
and
said
to
herself:
“It
was
right
here.
Oh,
if
it
was
to
do
over
again,
I
wouldn’t
say
that—I
wouldn’t
say
it
for
the
whole
world.
But
he’s
gone
now;
I’ll
never,
never,
never
see
him
any
more.”
This
thought
broke
her
down,
and
she
wandered
away,
with
tears
rolling
down
her
cheeks.
Then
quite
a
group
of
boys
and
girls—playmates
of
Tom’s
and
Joe’s—came
by,
and
stood
looking
over
the
paling
fence
and
talking
in
reverent
tones
of
how
Tom
did
so-and-so
the
last
time
they
saw
him,
and
how
Joe
said
this
and
that
small
trifle
(pregnant
with
awful
prophecy,
as
they
could
easily
see
now!)—and
each
speaker
pointed
out
the
exact
spot
where
the
lost
lads
stood
at
the
time,
and
then
added
something
like
“and
I
was
a-standing
just
so—just
as
I
am
now,
and
as
if
you
was
him—I
was
as
close
as
that—and
he
smiled,
just
this
way—and
then
something
seemed
to
go
all
over
me,
like—awful,
you
know—and
I
never
thought
what
it
meant,
of
course,
but
I
can
see
now!”
Then
there
was
a
dispute
about
who
saw
the
dead
boys
last
in
life,
and
many
claimed
that
dismal
distinction,
and
offered
evidences,
more
or
less
tampered
with
by
the
witness;
and
when
it
was
ultimately
decided
who
did
see
the
departed
last,
and
exchanged
the
last
words
with
them,
the
lucky
parties
took
upon
themselves
a
sort
of
sacred
importance,
and
were
gaped
at
and
envied
by
all
the
rest.
One
poor
chap,
who
had
no
other
grandeur
to
offer,
said
with
tolerably
manifest
pride
in
the
remembrance:
“Well,
Tom
Sawyer
he
licked
me
once.”
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