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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 35, Página 2
“Tom,
it
don’t
make
no
difference.
I
ain’t
everybody,
and
I
can’t
stand
it.
It’s
awful
to
be
tied
up
so.
And
grub
comes
too
easy—I
don’t
take
no
interest
in
vittles,
that
way.
I
got
to
ask
to
go
a-fishing;
I
got
to
ask
to
go
in
a-swimming—dern’d
if
I
hain’t
got
to
ask
to
do
everything.
Well,
I’d
got
to
talk
so
nice
it
wasn’t
no
comfort—I’d
got
to
go
up
in
the
attic
and
rip
out
awhile,
every
day,
to
git
a
taste
in
my
mouth,
or
I’d
a
died,
Tom.
The
widder
wouldn’t
let
me
smoke;
she
wouldn’t
let
me
yell,
she
wouldn’t
let
me
gape,
nor
stretch,
nor
scratch,
before
folks—”
[Then
with
a
spasm
of
special
irritation
and
injury]—“And
dad
fetch
it,
she
prayed
all
the
time!
I
never
see
such
a
woman!
I
had
to
shove,
Tom—I
just
had
to.
And
besides,
that
school’s
going
to
open,
and
I’d
a
had
to
go
to
it—well,
I
wouldn’t
stand
that,
Tom.
Looky-here,
Tom,
being
rich
ain’t
what
it’s
cracked
up
to
be.
It’s
just
worry
and
worry,
and
sweat
and
sweat,
and
a-wishing
you
was
dead
all
the
time.
Now
these
clothes
suits
me,
and
this
bar’l
suits
me,
and
I
ain’t
ever
going
to
shake
’em
any
more.
Tom,
I
wouldn’t
ever
got
into
all
this
trouble
if
it
hadn’t
’a’
been
for
that
money;
now
you
just
take
my
sheer
of
it
along
with
your’n,
and
gimme
a
ten-center
sometimes—not
many
times,
becuz
I
don’t
give
a
dern
for
a
thing
’thout
it’s
tollable
hard
to
git—and
you
go
and
beg
off
for
me
with
the
widder.”
“Oh,
Huck,
you
know
I
can’t
do
that.
’Tain’t
fair;
and
besides
if
you’ll
try
this
thing
just
a
while
longer
you’ll
come
to
like
it.”
“Like
it!
Yes—the
way
I’d
like
a
hot
stove
if
I
was
to
set
on
it
long
enough.
No,
Tom,
I
won’t
be
rich,
and
I
won’t
live
in
them
cussed
smothery
houses.
I
like
the
woods,
and
the
river,
and
hogsheads,
and
I’ll
stick
to
’em,
too.
Blame
it
all!
just
as
we’d
got
guns,
and
a
cave,
and
all
just
fixed
to
rob,
here
this
dern
foolishness
has
got
to
come
up
and
spile
it
all!”
Tom
saw
his
opportunity—
“Lookyhere,
Huck,
being
rich
ain’t
going
to
keep
me
back
from
turning
robber.”
“No!
Oh,
good-licks;
are
you
in
real
dead-wood
earnest,
Tom?”
“Just
as
dead
earnest
as
I’m
sitting
here.
But
Huck,
we
can’t
let
you
into
the
gang
if
you
ain’t
respectable,
you
know.”
Huck’s
joy
was
quenched.
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