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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 31, Página 4
By-and-by
Tom
took
Becky’s
candle
and
blew
it
out.
This
economy
meant
so
much!
Words
were
not
needed.
Becky
understood,
and
her
hope
died
again.
She
knew
that
Tom
had
a
whole
candle
and
three
or
four
pieces
in
his
pockets—yet
he
must
economize.
By-and-by,
fatigue
began
to
assert
its
claims;
the
children
tried
to
pay
attention,
for
it
was
dreadful
to
think
of
sitting
down
when
time
was
grown
to
be
so
precious,
moving,
in
some
direction,
in
any
direction,
was
at
least
progress
and
might
bear
fruit;
but
to
sit
down
was
to
invite
death
and
shorten
its
pursuit.
At
last
Becky’s
frail
limbs
refused
to
carry
her
farther.
She
sat
down.
Tom
rested
with
her,
and
they
talked
of
home,
and
the
friends
there,
and
the
comfortable
beds
and,
above
all,
the
light!
Becky
cried,
and
Tom
tried
to
think
of
some
way
of
comforting
her,
but
all
his
encouragements
were
grown
thread-bare
with
use,
and
sounded
like
sarcasms.
Fatigue
bore
so
heavily
upon
Becky
that
she
drowsed
off
to
sleep.
Tom
was
grateful.
He
sat
looking
into
her
drawn
face
and
saw
it
grow
smooth
and
natural
under
the
influence
of
pleasant
dreams;
and
by-and-by
a
smile
dawned
and
rested
there.
The
peaceful
face
reflected
somewhat
of
peace
and
healing
into
his
own
spirit,
and
his
thoughts
wandered
away
to
bygone
times
and
dreamy
memories.
While
he
was
deep
in
his
musings,
Becky
woke
up
with
a
breezy
little
laugh—but
it
was
stricken
dead
upon
her
lips,
and
a
groan
followed
it.
“Oh,
how
could
I
sleep!
I
wish
I
never,
never
had
waked!
No!
No,
I
don’t,
Tom!
Don’t
look
so!
I
won’t
say
it
again.”
“I’m
glad
you’ve
slept,
Becky;
you’ll
feel
rested,
now,
and
we’ll
find
the
way
out.”
“We
can
try,
Tom;
but
I’ve
seen
such
a
beautiful
country
in
my
dream.
I
reckon
we
are
going
there.”
“Maybe
not,
maybe
not.
Cheer
up,
Becky,
and
let’s
go
on
trying.”
They
rose
up
and
wandered
along,
hand
in
hand
and
hopeless.
They
tried
to
estimate
how
long
they
had
been
in
the
cave,
but
all
they
knew
was
that
it
seemed
days
and
weeks,
and
yet
it
was
plain
that
this
could
not
be,
for
their
candles
were
not
gone
yet.
A
long
time
after
this—they
could
not
tell
how
long—Tom
said
they
must
go
softly
and
listen
for
dripping
water—they
must
find
a
spring.
They
found
one
presently,
and
Tom
said
it
was
time
to
rest
again.
Both
were
cruelly
tired,
yet
Becky
said
she
thought
she
could
go
a
little
farther.
She
was
surprised
to
hear
Tom
dissent.
She
could
not
understand
it.
They
sat
down,
and
Tom
fastened
his
candle
to
the
wall
in
front
of
them
with
some
clay.
Thought
was
soon
busy;
nothing
was
said
for
some
time.
Then
Becky
broke
the
silence:
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