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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
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Then
he
skipped
out,
and
saw
Sid
just
starting
up
the
outside
stairway
that
led
to
the
back
rooms
on
the
second
floor.
Clods
were
handy
and
the
air
was
full
of
them
in
a
twinkling.
They
raged
around
Sid
like
a
hail-storm;
and
before
Aunt
Polly
could
collect
her
surprised
faculties
and
sally
to
the
rescue,
six
or
seven
clods
had
taken
personal
effect,
and
Tom
was
over
the
fence
and
gone.
There
was
a
gate,
but
as
a
general
thing
he
was
too
crowded
for
time
to
make
use
of
it.
His
soul
was
at
peace,
now
that
he
had
settled
with
Sid
for
calling
attention
to
his
black
thread
and
getting
him
into
trouble.
Tom
skirted
the
block,
and
came
round
into
a
muddy
alley
that
led
by
the
back
of
his
aunt’s
cow-stable.
He
presently
got
safely
beyond
the
reach
of
capture
and
punishment,
and
hastened
toward
the
public
square
of
the
village,
where
two
“military”
companies
of
boys
had
met
for
conflict,
according
to
previous
appointment.
Tom
was
General
of
one
of
these
armies,
Joe
Harper
(a
bosom
friend)
General
of
the
other.
These
two
great
commanders
did
not
condescend
to
fight
in
person—that
being
better
suited
to
the
still
smaller
fry—but
sat
together
on
an
eminence
and
conducted
the
field
operations
by
orders
delivered
through
aides-de-camp.
Tom’s
army
won
a
great
victory,
after
a
long
and
hard-fought
battle.
Then
the
dead
were
counted,
prisoners
exchanged,
the
terms
of
the
next
disagreement
agreed
upon,
and
the
day
for
the
necessary
battle
appointed;
after
which
the
armies
fell
into
line
and
marched
away,
and
Tom
turned
homeward
alone.
As
he
was
passing
by
the
house
where
Jeff
Thatcher
lived,
he
saw
a
new
girl
in
the
garden—a
lovely
little
blue-eyed
creature
with
yellow
hair
plaited
into
two
long-tails,
white
summer
frock
and
embroidered
pantalettes.
The
fresh-crowned
hero
fell
without
firing
a
shot.
A
certain
Amy
Lawrence
vanished
out
of
his
heart
and
left
not
even
a
memory
of
herself
behind.
He
had
thought
he
loved
her
to
distraction;
he
had
regarded
his
passion
as
adoration;
and
behold
it
was
only
a
poor
little
evanescent
partiality.
He
had
been
months
winning
her;
she
had
confessed
hardly
a
week
ago;
he
had
been
the
happiest
and
the
proudest
boy
in
the
world
only
seven
short
days,
and
here
in
one
instant
of
time
she
had
gone
out
of
his
heart
like
a
casual
stranger
whose
visit
is
done.
He
worshipped
this
new
angel
with
furtive
eye,
till
he
saw
that
she
had
discovered
him;
then
he
pretended
he
did
not
know
she
was
present,
and
began
to
“show
off”
in
all
sorts
of
absurd
boyish
ways,
in
order
to
win
her
admiration.
He
kept
up
this
grotesque
foolishness
for
some
time;
but
by-and-by,
while
he
was
in
the
midst
of
some
dangerous
gymnastic
performances,
he
glanced
aside
and
saw
that
the
little
girl
was
wending
her
way
toward
the
house.
Tom
came
up
to
the
fence
and
leaned
on
it,
grieving,
and
hoping
she
would
tarry
yet
awhile
longer.
She
halted
a
moment
on
the
steps
and
then
moved
toward
the
door.
Tom
heaved
a
great
sigh
as
she
put
her
foot
on
the
threshold.
But
his
face
lit
up,
right
away,
for
she
tossed
a
pansy
over
the
fence
a
moment
before
she
disappeared.
The
boy
ran
around
and
stopped
within
a
foot
or
two
of
the
flower,
and
then
shaded
his
eyes
with
his
hand
and
began
to
look
down
street
as
if
he
had
discovered
something
of
interest
going
on
in
that
direction.
Presently
he
picked
up
a
straw
and
began
trying
to
balance
it
on
his
nose,
with
his
head
tilted
far
back;
and
as
he
moved
from
side
to
side,
in
his
efforts,
he
edged
nearer
and
nearer
toward
the
pansy;
finally
his
bare
foot
rested
upon
it,
his
pliant
toes
closed
upon
it,
and
he
hopped
away
with
the
treasure
and
disappeared
round
the
corner.
But
only
for
a
minute—only
while
he
could
button
the
flower
inside
his
jacket,
next
his
heart—or
next
his
stomach,
possibly,
for
he
was
not
much
posted
in
anatomy,
and
not
hypercritical,
anyway.
He
returned,
now,
and
hung
about
the
fence
till
nightfall,
“showing
off,”
as
before;
but
the
girl
never
exhibited
herself
again,
though
Tom
comforted
himself
a
little
with
the
hope
that
she
had
been
near
some
window,
meantime,
and
been
aware
of
his
attentions.
Finally
he
strode
home
reluctantly,
with
his
poor
head
full
of
visions.
All
through
supper
his
spirits
were
so
high
that
his
aunt
wondered
“what
had
got
into
the
child.”
He
took
a
good
scolding
about
clodding
Sid,
and
did
not
seem
to
mind
it
in
the
least.
He
tried
to
steal
sugar
under
his
aunt’s
very
nose,
and
got
his
knuckles
rapped
for
it.
He
said:
“Aunt,
you
don’t
whack
Sid
when
he
takes
it.”
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