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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 9, Página 8
“I!
I
never
done
it!”
“Look
here!
That
kind
of
talk
won’t
wash.”
Potter
trembled
and
grew
white.
“I
thought
I’d
got
sober.
I’d
no
business
to
drink
to-night.
But
it’s
in
my
head
yet—worse’n
when
we
started
here.
I’m
all
in
a
muddle;
can’t
recollect
anything
of
it,
hardly.
Tell
me,
Joe—honest,
now,
old
feller—did
I
do
it?
Joe,
I
never
meant
to—’pon
my
soul
and
honor,
I
never
meant
to,
Joe.
Tell
me
how
it
was,
Joe.
Oh,
it’s
awful—and
him
so
young
and
promising.”
“Why,
you
two
was
scuffling,
and
he
fetched
you
one
with
the
headboard
and
you
fell
flat;
and
then
up
you
come,
all
reeling
and
staggering
like,
and
snatched
the
knife
and
jammed
it
into
him,
just
as
he
fetched
you
another
awful
clip—and
here
you’ve
laid,
as
dead
as
a
wedge
til
now.”
“Oh,
I
didn’t
know
what
I
was
a-doing.
I
wish
I
may
die
this
minute
if
I
did.
It
was
all
on
account
of
the
whiskey
and
the
excitement,
I
reckon.
I
never
used
a
weepon
in
my
life
before,
Joe.
I’ve
fought,
but
never
with
weepons.
They’ll
all
say
that.
Joe,
don’t
tell!
Say
you
won’t
tell,
Joe—that’s
a
good
feller.
I
always
liked
you,
Joe,
and
stood
up
for
you,
too.
Don’t
you
remember?
You
won’t
tell,
will
you,
Joe?”
And
the
poor
creature
dropped
on
his
knees
before
the
stolid
murderer,
and
clasped
his
appealing
hands.
“No,
you’ve
always
been
fair
and
square
with
me,
Muff
Potter,
and
I
won’t
go
back
on
you.
There,
now,
that’s
as
fair
as
a
man
can
say.”
“Oh,
Joe,
you’re
an
angel.
I’ll
bless
you
for
this
the
longest
day
I
live.”
And
Potter
began
to
cry.
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