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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 4, Página 3
“All
right!
What
is
it,
Mary,
tell
me
what
it
is.”
“Never
you
mind,
Tom.
You
know
if
I
say
it’s
nice,
it
is
nice.”
“You
bet
you
that’s
so,
Mary.
All
right,
I’ll
tackle
it
again.”
And
he
did
“tackle
it
again”—and
under
the
double
pressure
of
curiosity
and
prospective
gain
he
did
it
with
such
spirit
that
he
accomplished
a
shining
success.
Mary
gave
him
a
brand-new
“Barlow”
knife
worth
twelve
and
a
half
cents;
and
the
convulsion
of
delight
that
swept
his
system
shook
him
to
his
foundations.
True,
the
knife
would
not
cut
anything,
but
it
was
a
“sure-enough”
Barlow,
and
there
was
inconceivable
grandeur
in
that—though
where
the
Western
boys
ever
got
the
idea
that
such
a
weapon
could
possibly
be
counterfeited
to
its
injury
is
an
imposing
mystery
and
will
always
remain
so,
perhaps.
Tom
contrived
to
scarify
the
cupboard
with
it,
and
was
arranging
to
begin
on
the
bureau,
when
he
was
called
off
to
dress
for
Sunday-school.
Mary
gave
him
a
tin
basin
of
water
and
a
piece
of
soap,
and
he
went
outside
the
door
and
set
the
basin
on
a
little
bench
there;
then
he
dipped
the
soap
in
the
water
and
laid
it
down;
turned
up
his
sleeves;
poured
out
the
water
on
the
ground,
gently,
and
then
entered
the
kitchen
and
began
to
wipe
his
face
diligently
on
the
towel
behind
the
door.
But
Mary
removed
the
towel
and
said:
“Now
ain’t
you
ashamed,
Tom.
You
mustn’t
be
so
bad.
Water
won’t
hurt
you.”
Tom
was
a
trifle
disconcerted.
The
basin
was
refilled,
and
this
time
he
stood
over
it
a
little
while,
gathering
resolution;
took
in
a
big
breath
and
began.
When
he
entered
the
kitchen
presently,
with
both
eyes
shut
and
groping
for
the
towel
with
his
hands,
an
honorable
testimony
of
suds
and
water
was
dripping
from
his
face.
But
when
he
emerged
from
the
towel,
he
was
not
yet
satisfactory,
for
the
clean
territory
stopped
short
at
his
chin
and
his
jaws,
like
a
mask;
below
and
beyond
this
line
there
was
a
dark
expanse
of
unirrigated
soil
that
spread
downward
in
front
and
backward
around
his
neck.
Mary
took
him
in
hand,
and
when
she
was
done
with
him
he
was
a
man
and
a
brother,
without
distinction
of
color,
and
his
saturated
hair
was
neatly
brushed,
and
its
short
curls
wrought
into
a
dainty
and
symmetrical
general
effect.
[He
privately
smoothed
out
the
curls,
with
labor
and
difficulty,
and
plastered
his
hair
close
down
to
his
head;
for
he
held
curls
to
be
effeminate,
and
his
own
filled
his
life
with
bitterness.]
Then
Mary
got
out
a
suit
of
his
clothing
that
had
been
used
only
on
Sundays
during
two
years—they
were
simply
called
his
“other
clothes”—and
so
by
that
we
know
the
size
of
his
wardrobe.
The
girl
“put
him
to
rights”
after
he
had
dressed
himself;
she
buttoned
his
neat
roundabout
up
to
his
chin,
turned
his
vast
shirt
collar
down
over
his
shoulders,
brushed
him
off
and
crowned
him
with
his
speckled
straw
hat.
He
now
looked
exceedingly
improved
and
uncomfortable.
He
was
fully
as
uncomfortable
as
he
looked;
for
there
was
a
restraint
about
whole
clothes
and
cleanliness
that
galled
him.
He
hoped
that
Mary
would
forget
his
shoes,
but
the
hope
was
blighted;
she
coated
them
thoroughly
with
tallow,
as
was
the
custom,
and
brought
them
out.
He
lost
his
temper
and
said
he
was
always
being
made
to
do
everything
he
didn’t
want
to
do.
But
Mary
said,
persuasively:
“Please,
Tom—that’s
a
good
boy.”
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