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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 22, Página 2
There
were
some
boys-and-girls’
parties,
but
they
were
so
few
and
so
delightful
that
they
only
made
the
aching
voids
between
ache
the
harder.
Becky
Thatcher
was
gone
to
her
Constantinople
home
to
stay
with
her
parents
during
vacation—so
there
was
no
bright
side
to
life
anywhere.
The
dreadful
secret
of
the
murder
was
a
chronic
misery.
It
was
a
very
cancer
for
permanency
and
pain.
Then
came
the
measles.
During
two
long
weeks
Tom
lay
a
prisoner,
dead
to
the
world
and
its
happenings.
He
was
very
ill,
he
was
interested
in
nothing.
When
he
got
upon
his
feet
at
last
and
moved
feebly
downtown,
a
melancholy
change
had
come
over
everything
and
every
creature.
There
had
been
a
“revival,”
and
everybody
had
“got
religion,”
not
only
the
adults,
but
even
the
boys
and
girls.
Tom
went
about,
hoping
against
hope
for
the
sight
of
one
blessed
sinful
face,
but
disappointment
crossed
him
everywhere.
He
found
Joe
Harper
studying
a
Testament,
and
turned
sadly
away
from
the
depressing
spectacle.
He
sought
Ben
Rogers,
and
found
him
visiting
the
poor
with
a
basket
of
tracts.
He
hunted
up
Jim
Hollis,
who
called
his
attention
to
the
precious
blessing
of
his
late
measles
as
a
warning.
Every
boy
he
encountered
added
another
ton
to
his
depression;
and
when,
in
desperation,
he
flew
for
refuge
at
last
to
the
bosom
of
Huckleberry
Finn
and
was
received
with
a
Scriptural
quotation,
his
heart
broke
and
he
crept
home
and
to
bed
realizing
that
he
alone
of
all
the
town
was
lost,
forever
and
forever.
And
that
night
there
came
on
a
terrific
storm,
with
driving
rain,
awful
claps
of
thunder
and
blinding
sheets
of
lightning.
He
covered
his
head
with
the
bedclothes
and
waited
in
a
horror
of
suspense
for
his
doom;
for
he
had
not
the
shadow
of
a
doubt
that
all
this
hubbub
was
about
him.
He
believed
he
had
taxed
the
forbearance
of
the
powers
above
to
the
extremity
of
endurance
and
that
this
was
the
result.
It
might
have
seemed
to
him
a
waste
of
pomp
and
ammunition
to
kill
a
bug
with
a
battery
of
artillery,
but
there
seemed
nothing
incongruous
about
the
getting
up
such
an
expensive
thunderstorm
as
this
to
knock
the
turf
from
under
an
insect
like
himself.
By
and
by
the
tempest
spent
itself
and
died
without
accomplishing
its
object.
The
boy’s
first
impulse
was
to
be
grateful,
and
reform.
His
second
was
to
wait—for
there
might
not
be
any
more
storms.
The
next
day
the
doctors
were
back;
Tom
had
relapsed.
The
three
weeks
he
spent
on
his
back
this
time
seemed
an
entire
age.
When
he
got
abroad
at
last
he
was
hardly
grateful
that
he
had
been
spared,
remembering
how
lonely
was
his
estate,
how
companionless
and
forlorn
he
was.
He
drifted
listlessly
down
the
street
and
found
Jim
Hollis
acting
as
judge
in
a
juvenile
court
that
was
trying
a
cat
for
murder,
in
the
presence
of
her
victim,
a
bird.
He
found
Joe
Harper
and
Huck
Finn
up
an
alley
eating
a
stolen
melon.
Poor
lads!
they—like
Tom—had
suffered
a
relapse.
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