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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 18, Página 11
“Any
other
boy!”
Tom
thought,
grating
his
teeth.
“Any
boy
in
the
whole
town
but
that
Saint
Louis
smarty
that
thinks
he
dresses
so
fine
and
is
aristocracy!
Oh,
all
right,
I
licked
you
the
first
day
you
ever
saw
this
town,
mister,
and
I’ll
lick
you
again!
You
just
wait
till
I
catch
you
out!
I’ll
just
take
and—”
And
he
went
through
the
motions
of
thrashing
an
imaginary
boy—pummelling
the
air,
and
kicking
and
gouging.
“Oh,
you
do,
do
you?
You
holler
’nough,
do
you?
Now,
then,
let
that
learn
you!”
And
so
the
imaginary
flogging
was
finished
to
his
satisfaction.
Tom
fled
home
at
noon.
His
conscience
could
not
endure
any
more
of
Amy’s
grateful
happiness,
and
his
jealousy
could
bear
no
more
of
the
other
distress.
Becky
resumed
her
picture
inspections
with
Alfred,
but
as
the
minutes
dragged
along
and
no
Tom
came
to
suffer,
her
triumph
began
to
cloud
and
she
lost
interest;
gravity
and
absentmindedness
followed,
and
then
melancholy;
two
or
three
times
she
pricked
up
her
ear
at
a
footstep,
but
it
was
a
false
hope;
no
Tom
came.
At
last
she
grew
entirely
miserable
and
wished
she
hadn’t
carried
it
so
far.
When
poor
Alfred,
seeing
that
he
was
losing
her,
he
did
not
know
how,
kept
exclaiming:
“Oh,
here’s
a
jolly
one!
look
at
this!”
she
lost
patience
at
last,
and
said,
“Oh,
don’t
bother
me!
I
don’t
care
for
them!”
and
burst
into
tears,
and
got
up
and
walked
away.
Alfred
dropped
alongside
and
was
going
to
try
to
comfort
her,
but
she
said:
“Go
away
and
leave
me
alone,
can’t
you!
I
hate
you!”
So
the
boy
halted,
wondering
what
he
could
have
done—for
she
had
said
she
would
look
at
pictures
all
through
the
nooning—and
she
walked
on,
crying.
Then
Alfred
went
musing
into
the
deserted
schoolhouse.
He
was
humiliated
and
angry.
He
easily
guessed
his
way
to
the
truth—the
girl
had
simply
made
a
convenience
of
him
to
vent
her
spite
upon
Tom
Sawyer.
He
was
far
from
hating
Tom
the
less
when
this
thought
occurred
to
him.
He
wished
there
was
some
way
to
get
that
boy
into
trouble
without
much
risk
to
himself.
Tom’s
spelling-book
fell
under
his
eye.
Here
was
his
opportunity.
He
gratefully
opened
to
the
lesson
for
the
afternoon
and
poured
ink
upon
the
page.
Becky,
glancing
in
at
a
window
behind
him
at
the
moment,
saw
the
act,
and
moved
on,
without
discovering
herself.
She
started
homeward,
now,
intending
to
find
Tom
and
tell
him;
Tom
would
be
thankful
and
their
troubles
would
be
healed.
Before
she
was
half
way
home,
however,
she
had
changed
her
mind.
The
thought
of
Tom’s
treatment
of
her
when
she
was
talking
about
her
picnic
came
scorching
back
and
filled
her
with
shame.
She
resolved
to
let
him
get
whipped
on
the
damaged
spelling-book’s
account,
and
to
hate
him
forever,
into
the
bargain.
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