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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 6, Página 6
But
all
trials
bring
their
compensations.
As
Tom
wended
to
school
after
breakfast,
he
was
the
envy
of
every
boy
he
met
because
the
gap
in
his
upper
row
of
teeth
enabled
him
to
expectorate
in
a
new
and
admirable
way.
He
gathered
quite
a
following
of
lads
interested
in
the
exhibition;
and
one
that
had
cut
his
finger
and
had
been
a
centre
of
fascination
and
homage
up
to
this
time,
now
found
himself
suddenly
without
an
adherent,
and
shorn
of
his
glory.
His
heart
was
heavy,
and
he
said
with
a
disdain
which
he
did
not
feel
that
it
wasn’t
anything
to
spit
like
Tom
Sawyer;
but
another
boy
said,
“Sour
grapes!”
and
he
wandered
away
a
dismantled
hero.
Shortly
Tom
came
upon
the
juvenile
pariah
of
the
village,
Huckleberry
Finn,
son
of
the
town
drunkard.
Huckleberry
was
cordially
hated
and
dreaded
by
all
the
mothers
of
the
town,
because
he
was
idle
and
lawless
and
vulgar
and
bad—and
because
all
their
children
admired
him
so,
and
delighted
in
his
forbidden
society,
and
wished
they
dared
to
be
like
him.
Tom
was
like
the
rest
of
the
respectable
boys,
in
that
he
envied
Huckleberry
his
gaudy
outcast
condition,
and
was
under
strict
orders
not
to
play
with
him.
So
he
played
with
him
every
time
he
got
a
chance.
Huckleberry
was
always
dressed
in
the
cast-off
clothes
of
full-grown
men,
and
they
were
in
perennial
bloom
and
fluttering
with
rags.
His
hat
was
a
vast
ruin
with
a
wide
crescent
lopped
out
of
its
brim;
his
coat,
when
he
wore
one,
hung
nearly
to
his
heels
and
had
the
rearward
buttons
far
down
the
back;
but
one
suspender
supported
his
trousers;
the
seat
of
the
trousers
bagged
low
and
contained
nothing,
the
fringed
legs
dragged
in
the
dirt
when
not
rolled
up.
Huckleberry
came
and
went,
at
his
own
free
will.
He
slept
on
doorsteps
in
fine
weather
and
in
empty
hogsheads
in
wet;
he
did
not
have
to
go
to
school
or
to
church,
or
call
any
being
master
or
obey
anybody;
he
could
go
fishing
or
swimming
when
and
where
he
chose,
and
stay
as
long
as
it
suited
him;
nobody
forbade
him
to
fight;
he
could
sit
up
as
late
as
he
pleased;
he
was
always
the
first
boy
that
went
barefoot
in
the
spring
and
the
last
to
resume
leather
in
the
fall;
he
never
had
to
wash,
nor
put
on
clean
clothes;
he
could
swear
wonderfully.
In
a
word,
everything
that
goes
to
make
life
precious
that
boy
had.
So
thought
every
harassed,
hampered,
respectable
boy
in
St.
Petersburg.
Tom
hailed
the
romantic
outcast:
“Hello,
Huckleberry!”
“Hello
yourself,
and
see
how
you
like
it.”
“What’s
that
you
got?”
“Dead
cat.”
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