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1"Well, I know that. And suppose there ain't. Didn't Gracie Miller fall in the kitchen fire and burn herself terrible the
2very next Saturday?" "Yes, but she ain't dead. And what's more, she's getting better, too." "All right, you wait and
3see. She's a goner, just as dead sure as Muff Potter's a goner. That's what the niggers say, and they know all about
4these kind of things, Huck." Then they separated, cogitating. When Tom crept in at his bedroom window the night was
5almost spent. He undressed with excessive caution, and fell asleep congratulating himself that nobody knew of his
6escapade. He was not aware that the gently-snoring Sid was awake, and had been so for an hour. When Tom awoke, Sid was
7dressed and gone. There was a late look in the light, a late sense in the atmosphere. He was startled. Why had he not
8been called--persecuted till he was up, as usual? The thought filled him with bodings. Within five minutes he was
9dressed and down-stairs, feeling sore and drowsy. The family were still at table, but they had finished breakfast. There
10was no voice of rebuke; but there were averted eyes; there was a silence and an air of solemnity that struck a chill to
11the culprit's heart. He sat down and tried to seem gay, but it was up-hill work; it roused no smile, no response, and he
12lapsed into silence and let his heart sink down to the depths. After breakfast his aunt took him aside, and Tom almost
13brightened in the hope that he was going to be flogged; but it was not so. His aunt wept over him and asked him how he
14could go and break her old heart so; and finally told him to go on, and ruin himself and bring her gray hairs with
15sorrow to the grave, for it was no use for her to try any more. This was worse than a thousand whippings, and Tom's
16heart was sorer now than his body. He cried, he pleaded for forgiveness, promised to reform over and over again, and
17then received his dismissal, feeling that he had won but an imperfect forgiveness and established but a feeble
18confidence. He left the presence too miserable to even feel revengeful toward Sid; and so the latter's prompt retreat
19through the back gate was unnecessary. He moped to school gloomy and sad, and took his flogging, along with Joe Harper,
20for playing hookey the day before, with the air of one whose heart was busy with heavier woes and wholly dead to
21trifles. Then he betook himself to his seat, rested his elbows on his desk and his jaws in his hands, and stared at the
22wall with the stony stare of suffering that has reached the limit and can no further go. His elbow was pressing against
23some hard substance. After a long time he slowly and sadly changed his position, and took up this object with a sigh. It
24was in a paper. He unrolled it. A long, lingering, colossal sigh followed, and his heart broke. It was his brass andiron
25knob! This final feather broke the camel's back.
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