EN + ES
Escuchar
30
Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 4, Página 6
There
was
only
one
thing
wanting
to
make
Mr.
Walters’
ecstasy
complete,
and
that
was
a
chance
to
deliver
a
Bible-prize
and
exhibit
a
prodigy.
Several
pupils
had
a
few
yellow
tickets,
but
none
had
enough—he
had
been
around
among
the
star
pupils
inquiring.
He
would
have
given
worlds,
now,
to
have
that
German
lad
back
again
with
a
sound
mind.
And
now
at
this
moment,
when
hope
was
dead,
Tom
Sawyer
came
forward
with
nine
yellow
tickets,
nine
red
tickets,
and
ten
blue
ones,
and
demanded
a
Bible.
This
was
a
thunderbolt
out
of
a
clear
sky.
Walters
was
not
expecting
an
application
from
this
source
for
the
next
ten
years.
But
there
was
no
getting
around
it—here
were
the
certified
checks,
and
they
were
good
for
their
face.
Tom
was
therefore
elevated
to
a
place
with
the
Judge
and
the
other
elect,
and
the
great
news
was
announced
from
headquarters.
It
was
the
most
stunning
surprise
of
the
decade,
and
so
profound
was
the
sensation
that
it
lifted
the
new
hero
up
to
the
judicial
one’s
altitude,
and
the
school
had
two
marvels
to
gaze
upon
in
place
of
one.
The
boys
were
all
eaten
up
with
envy—but
those
that
suffered
the
bitterest
pangs
were
those
who
perceived
too
late
that
they
themselves
had
contributed
to
this
hated
splendor
by
trading
tickets
to
Tom
for
the
wealth
he
had
amassed
in
selling
whitewashing
privileges.
These
despised
themselves,
as
being
the
dupes
of
a
wily
fraud,
a
guileful
snake
in
the
grass.
The
prize
was
delivered
to
Tom
with
as
much
effusion
as
the
superintendent
could
pump
up
under
the
circumstances;
but
it
lacked
somewhat
of
the
true
gush,
for
the
poor
fellow’s
instinct
taught
him
that
there
was
a
mystery
here
that
could
not
well
bear
the
light,
perhaps;
it
was
simply
preposterous
that
this
boy
had
warehoused
two
thousand
sheaves
of
Scriptural
wisdom
on
his
premises—a
dozen
would
strain
his
capacity,
without
a
doubt.
Amy
Lawrence
was
proud
and
glad,
and
she
tried
to
make
Tom
see
it
in
her
face—but
he
wouldn’t
look.
She
wondered;
then
she
was
just
a
grain
troubled;
next
a
dim
suspicion
came
and
went—came
again;
she
watched;
a
furtive
glance
told
her
worlds—and
then
her
heart
broke,
and
she
was
jealous,
and
angry,
and
the
tears
came
and
she
hated
everybody.
Tom
most
of
all
(she
thought).
Tom
was
introduced
to
the
Judge;
but
his
tongue
was
tied,
his
breath
would
hardly
come,
his
heart
quaked—partly
because
of
the
awful
greatness
of
the
man,
but
mainly
because
he
was
her
parent.
He
would
have
liked
to
fall
down
and
worship
him,
if
it
were
in
the
dark.
The
Judge
put
his
hand
on
Tom’s
head
and
called
him
a
fine
little
man,
and
asked
him
what
his
name
was.
The
boy
stammered,
gasped,
and
got
it
out:
“Tom.”
“Oh,
no,
not
Tom—it
is—”
“Thomas.”
||
||
Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer — C1 Inglés | Cuentana