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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
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Jim
began
to
waver.
“White
alley,
Jim!
And
it’s
a
bully
taw.”
“My!
Dat’s
a
mighty
gay
marvel,
I
tell
you!
But
Mars
Tom
I’s
powerful
’fraid
ole
missis—”
“And
besides,
if
you
will
I’ll
show
you
my
sore
toe.”
Jim
was
only
human—this
attraction
was
too
much
for
him.
He
put
down
his
pail,
took
the
white
alley,
and
bent
over
the
toe
with
absorbing
interest
while
the
bandage
was
being
unwound.
In
another
moment
he
was
flying
down
the
street
with
his
pail
and
a
tingling
rear,
Tom
was
whitewashing
with
vigor,
and
Aunt
Polly
was
retiring
from
the
field
with
a
slipper
in
her
hand
and
triumph
in
her
eye.
But
Tom’s
energy
did
not
last.
He
began
to
think
of
the
fun
he
had
planned
for
this
day,
and
his
sorrows
multiplied.
Soon
the
free
boys
would
come
tripping
along
on
all
sorts
of
delicious
expeditions,
and
they
would
make
a
world
of
fun
of
him
for
having
to
work—the
very
thought
of
it
burnt
him
like
fire.
He
got
out
his
worldly
wealth
and
examined
it—bits
of
toys,
marbles,
and
trash;
enough
to
buy
an
exchange
of
work,
maybe,
but
not
half
enough
to
buy
so
much
as
half
an
hour
of
pure
freedom.
So
he
returned
his
straitened
means
to
his
pocket,
and
gave
up
the
idea
of
trying
to
buy
the
boys.
At
this
dark
and
hopeless
moment
an
inspiration
burst
upon
him!
Nothing
less
than
a
great,
magnificent
inspiration.
He
took
up
his
brush
and
went
tranquilly
to
work.
Ben
Rogers
hove
in
sight
presently—the
very
boy,
of
all
boys,
whose
ridicule
he
had
been
dreading.
Ben’s
gait
was
the
hop-skip-and-jump—proof
enough
that
his
heart
was
light
and
his
anticipations
high.
He
was
eating
an
apple,
and
giving
a
long,
melodious
whoop,
at
intervals,
followed
by
a
deep-toned
ding-dong-dong,
ding-dong-dong,
for
he
was
personating
a
steamboat.
As
he
drew
near,
he
slackened
speed,
took
the
middle
of
the
street,
leaned
far
over
to
starboard
and
rounded
to
ponderously
and
with
laborious
pomp
and
circumstance—for
he
was
personating
the
Big
Missouri,
and
considered
himself
to
be
drawing
nine
feet
of
water.
He
was
boat
and
captain
and
engine-bells
combined,
so
he
had
to
imagine
himself
standing
on
his
own
hurricane-deck
giving
the
orders
and
executing
them:
“Stop
her,
sir!
Ting-a-ling-ling!”
The
headway
ran
almost
out,
and
he
drew
up
slowly
toward
the
sidewalk.
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