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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 18, Página 10
“Yes.”
“And
me?”
said
Sally
Rogers.
“Yes.”
“And
me,
too?”
said
Susy
Harper.
“And
Joe?”
“Yes.”
And
so
on,
with
clapping
of
joyful
hands
till
all
the
group
had
begged
for
invitations
but
Tom
and
Amy.
Then
Tom
turned
coolly
away,
still
talking,
and
took
Amy
with
him.
Becky’s
lips
trembled
and
the
tears
came
to
her
eyes;
she
hid
these
signs
with
a
forced
gayety
and
went
on
chattering,
but
the
life
had
gone
out
of
the
picnic,
now,
and
out
of
everything
else;
she
got
away
as
soon
as
she
could
and
hid
herself
and
had
what
her
sex
call
“a
good
cry.”
Then
she
sat
moody,
with
wounded
pride,
till
the
bell
rang.
She
roused
up,
now,
with
a
vindictive
cast
in
her
eye,
and
gave
her
plaited
tails
a
shake
and
said
she
knew
what
she’d
do.
At
recess
Tom
continued
his
flirtation
with
Amy
with
jubilant
self-satisfaction.
And
he
kept
drifting
about
to
find
Becky
and
lacerate
her
with
the
performance.
At
last
he
spied
her,
but
there
was
a
sudden
falling
of
his
mercury.
She
was
sitting
cosily
on
a
little
bench
behind
the
schoolhouse
looking
at
a
picture-book
with
Alfred
Temple—and
so
absorbed
were
they,
and
their
heads
so
close
together
over
the
book,
that
they
did
not
seem
to
be
conscious
of
anything
in
the
world
besides.
Jealousy
ran
red-hot
through
Tom’s
veins.
He
began
to
hate
himself
for
throwing
away
the
chance
Becky
had
offered
for
a
reconciliation.
He
called
himself
a
fool,
and
all
the
hard
names
he
could
think
of.
He
wanted
to
cry
with
vexation.
Amy
chatted
happily
along,
as
they
walked,
for
her
heart
was
singing,
but
Tom’s
tongue
had
lost
its
function.
He
did
not
hear
what
Amy
was
saying,
and
whenever
she
paused
expectantly
he
could
only
stammer
an
awkward
assent,
which
was
as
often
misplaced
as
otherwise.
He
kept
drifting
to
the
rear
of
the
schoolhouse,
again
and
again,
to
sear
his
eyeballs
with
the
hateful
spectacle
there.
He
could
not
help
it.
And
it
maddened
him
to
see,
as
he
thought
he
saw,
that
Becky
Thatcher
never
once
suspected
that
he
was
even
in
the
land
of
the
living.
But
she
did
see,
nevertheless;
and
she
knew
she
was
winning
her
fight,
too,
and
was
glad
to
see
him
suffer
as
she
had
suffered.
Amy’s
happy
prattle
became
intolerable.
Tom
hinted
at
things
he
had
to
attend
to;
things
that
must
be
done;
and
time
was
fleeting.
But
in
vain—the
girl
chirped
on.
Tom
thought,
“Oh,
hang
her,
ain’t
I
ever
going
to
get
rid
of
her?”
At
last
he
must
be
attending
to
those
things—and
she
said
artlessly
that
she
would
be
“around”
when
school
let
out.
And
he
hastened
away,
hating
her
for
it.
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