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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 18, Página 1
That
was
Tom’s
great
secret—the
scheme
to
return
home
with
his
brother
pirates
and
attend
their
own
funerals.
They
had
paddled
over
to
the
Missouri
shore
on
a
log,
at
dusk
on
Saturday,
landing
five
or
six
miles
below
the
village;
they
had
slept
in
the
woods
at
the
edge
of
the
town
till
nearly
daylight,
and
had
then
crept
through
back
lanes
and
alleys
and
finished
their
sleep
in
the
gallery
of
the
church
among
a
chaos
of
invalided
benches.
At
breakfast,
Monday
morning,
Aunt
Polly
and
Mary
were
very
loving
to
Tom,
and
very
attentive
to
his
wants.
There
was
an
unusual
amount
of
talk.
In
the
course
of
it
Aunt
Polly
said:
“Well,
I
don’t
say
it
wasn’t
a
fine
joke,
Tom,
to
keep
everybody
suffering
’most
a
week
so
you
boys
had
a
good
time,
but
it
is
a
pity
you
could
be
so
hard-hearted
as
to
let
me
suffer
so.
If
you
could
come
over
on
a
log
to
go
to
your
funeral,
you
could
have
come
over
and
give
me
a
hint
some
way
that
you
warn’t
dead,
but
only
run
off.”
“Yes,
you
could
have
done
that,
Tom,”
said
Mary;
“and
I
believe
you
would
if
you
had
thought
of
it.”
“Would
you,
Tom?”
said
Aunt
Polly,
her
face
lighting
wistfully.
“Say,
now,
would
you,
if
you’d
thought
of
it?”
“I—well,
I
don’t
know.
’Twould
’a’
spoiled
everything.”
“Tom,
I
hoped
you
loved
me
that
much,”
said
Aunt
Polly,
with
a
grieved
tone
that
discomforted
the
boy.
“It
would
have
been
something
if
you’d
cared
enough
to
think
of
it,
even
if
you
didn’t
do
it.”
“Now,
auntie,
that
ain’t
any
harm,”
pleaded
Mary;
“it’s
only
Tom’s
giddy
way—he
is
always
in
such
a
rush
that
he
never
thinks
of
anything.”
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