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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 20, Página 1
There
was
something
about
Aunt
Polly’s
manner,
when
she
kissed
Tom,
that
swept
away
his
low
spirits
and
made
him
lighthearted
and
happy
again.
He
started
to
school
and
had
the
luck
of
coming
upon
Becky
Thatcher
at
the
head
of
Meadow
Lane.
His
mood
always
determined
his
manner.
Without
a
moment’s
hesitation
he
ran
to
her
and
said:
“I
acted
mighty
mean
today,
Becky,
and
I’m
so
sorry.
I
won’t
ever,
ever
do
that
way
again,
as
long
as
ever
I
live—please
make
up,
won’t
you?”
The
girl
stopped
and
looked
him
scornfully
in
the
face:
“I’ll
thank
you
to
keep
yourself
to
yourself,
Mr.
Thomas
Sawyer.
I’ll
never
speak
to
you
again.”
She
tossed
her
head
and
passed
on.
Tom
was
so
stunned
that
he
had
not
even
presence
of
mind
enough
to
say
“Who
cares,
Miss
Smarty?”
until
the
right
time
to
say
it
had
gone
by.
So
he
said
nothing.
But
he
was
in
a
fine
rage,
nevertheless.
He
moped
into
the
schoolyard
wishing
she
were
a
boy,
and
imagining
how
he
would
trounce
her
if
she
were.
He
presently
encountered
her
and
delivered
a
stinging
remark
as
he
passed.
She
hurled
one
in
return,
and
the
angry
breach
was
complete.
It
seemed
to
Becky,
in
her
hot
resentment,
that
she
could
hardly
wait
for
school
to
“take
in,”
she
was
so
impatient
to
see
Tom
flogged
for
the
injured
spelling-book.
If
she
had
had
any
lingering
notion
of
exposing
Alfred
Temple,
Tom’s
offensive
fling
had
driven
it
entirely
away.
Poor
girl,
she
did
not
know
how
fast
she
was
nearing
trouble
herself.
The
master,
Mr.
Dobbins,
had
reached
middle
age
with
an
unsatisfied
ambition.
The
darling
of
his
desires
was,
to
be
a
doctor,
but
poverty
had
decreed
that
he
should
be
nothing
higher
than
a
village
schoolmaster.
Every
day
he
took
a
mysterious
book
out
of
his
desk
and
absorbed
himself
in
it
at
times
when
no
classes
were
reciting.
He
kept
that
book
under
lock
and
key.
There
was
not
an
urchin
in
school
but
was
perishing
to
have
a
glimpse
of
it,
but
the
chance
never
came.
Every
boy
and
girl
had
a
theory
about
the
nature
of
that
book;
but
no
two
theories
were
alike,
and
there
was
no
way
of
getting
at
the
facts
in
the
case.
Now,
as
Becky
was
passing
by
the
desk,
which
stood
near
the
door,
she
noticed
that
the
key
was
in
the
lock!
It
was
a
precious
moment.
She
glanced
around;
found
herself
alone,
and
the
next
instant
she
had
the
book
in
her
hands.
The
titlepage—Professor
Somebody’s
Anatomy—carried
no
information
to
her
mind;
so
she
began
to
turn
the
leaves.
She
came
at
once
upon
a
handsomely
engraved
and
colored
frontispiece—a
human
figure,
stark
naked.
At
that
moment
a
shadow
fell
on
the
page
and
Tom
Sawyer
stepped
in
at
the
door
and
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
picture.
Becky
snatched
at
the
book
to
close
it,
and
had
the
hard
luck
to
tear
the
pictured
page
half
down
the
middle.
She
thrust
the
volume
into
the
desk,
turned
the
key,
and
burst
out
crying
with
shame
and
vexation.
“Tom
Sawyer,
you
are
just
as
mean
as
you
can
be,
to
sneak
up
on
a
person
and
look
at
what
they’re
looking
at.”
“How
could
I
know
you
was
looking
at
anything?”
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