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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 31, Página 3
“Oh,
don’t
do
it
again,
Tom,
it
is
too
horrid,”
said
Becky.
“It
is
horrid,
but
I
better,
Becky;
they
might
hear
us,
you
know,”
and
he
shouted
again.
The
“might”
was
even
a
chillier
horror
than
the
ghostly
laughter,
it
so
confessed
a
perishing
hope.
The
children
stood
still
and
listened;
but
there
was
no
result.
Tom
turned
upon
the
back
track
at
once,
and
hurried
his
steps.
It
was
but
a
little
while
before
a
certain
indecision
in
his
manner
revealed
another
fearful
fact
to
Becky—he
could
not
find
his
way
back!
“Oh,
Tom,
you
didn’t
make
any
marks!”
“Becky,
I
was
such
a
fool!
Such
a
fool!
I
never
thought
we
might
want
to
come
back!
No—I
can’t
find
the
way.
It’s
all
mixed
up.”
“Tom,
Tom,
we’re
lost!
we’re
lost!
We
never
can
get
out
of
this
awful
place!
Oh,
why
did
we
ever
leave
the
others!”
She
sank
to
the
ground
and
burst
into
such
a
frenzy
of
crying
that
Tom
was
appalled
with
the
idea
that
she
might
die,
or
lose
her
reason.
He
sat
down
by
her
and
put
his
arms
around
her;
she
buried
her
face
in
his
bosom,
she
clung
to
him,
she
poured
out
her
terrors,
her
unavailing
regrets,
and
the
far
echoes
turned
them
all
to
jeering
laughter.
Tom
begged
her
to
pluck
up
hope
again,
and
she
said
she
could
not.
He
fell
to
blaming
and
abusing
himself
for
getting
her
into
this
miserable
situation;
this
had
a
better
effect.
She
said
she
would
try
to
hope
again,
she
would
get
up
and
follow
wherever
he
might
lead
if
only
he
would
not
talk
like
that
any
more.
For
he
was
no
more
to
blame
than
she,
she
said.
So
they
moved
on
again—aimlessly—simply
at
random—all
they
could
do
was
to
move,
keep
moving.
For
a
little
while,
hope
made
a
show
of
reviving—not
with
any
reason
to
back
it,
but
only
because
it
is
its
nature
to
revive
when
the
spring
has
not
been
taken
out
of
it
by
age
and
familiarity
with
failure.
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