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During
two
long
weeks
Tom
lay
a
prisoner
,
dead
to
the
world
and
its
happenings
.
He
was
very
ill
,
he
was
interested
in
nothing
.
When
he
got
upon
his
feet
at
last
and
moved
feebly
down-town
,
a
melancholy
change
had
come
over
everything
and
every
creature
.
There
had
been
a
"
revival
,
"
and
everybody
had
"
got
religion
,
"
not
only
the
adults
,
but
even
the
boys
and
girls
.
Tom
went
about
,
hoping
against
hope
for
the
sight
of
one
blessed
sinful
face
,
but
disappointment
crossed
him
everywhere
.
He
found
Joe
Harper
studying
a
Testament
,
and
turned
sadly
away
from
the
depressing
spectacle
.
He
sought
Ben
Rogers
,
and
found
him
visiting
the
poor
with
a
basket
of
tracts
.
He
hunted
up
Jim
Hollis
,
who
called
his
attention
to
the
precious
blessing
of
his
late
measles
as
a
warning
.
Every
boy
he
encountered
added
another
ton
to
his
depression
;
and
when
,
in
desperation
,
he
flew
for
refuge
at
last
to
the
bosom
of
Huckleberry
Finn
and
was
received
with
a
Scriptural
quotation
,
his
heart
broke
and
he
crept
home
and
to
bed
realizing
that
he
alone
of
all
the
town
was
lost
,
forever
and
forever
.
And
that
night
there
came
on
a
terrific
storm
,
with
driving
rain
,
awful
claps
of
thunder
and
blinding
sheets
of
lightning
.
He
covered
his
head
with
the
bedclothes
and
waited
in
a
horror
of
suspense
for
his
doom
;
for
he
had
not
the
shadow
of
a
doubt
that
all
this
hubbub
was
about
him
.
He
believed
he
had
taxed
the
forbearance
of
the
powers
above
to
the
extremity
of
endurance
and
that
this
was
the
result
.
It
might
have
seemed
to
him
a
waste
of
pomp
and
ammunition
to
kill
a
bug
with
a
battery
of
artillery
,
but
there
seemed
nothing
incongruous
about
the
getting
up
such
an
expensive
thunderstorm
as
this
to
knock
the
turf
from
under
an
insect
like
himself
.
By
and
by
the
tempest
spent
itself
and
died
without
accomplishing
its
object
.
The
boy
's
first
impulse
was
to
be
grateful
,
and
reform
.
His
second
was
to
wait
--
for
there
might
not
be
any
more
storms
.
The
next
day
the
doctors
were
back
;
Tom
had
relapsed
.
The
three
weeks
he
spent
on
his
back
this
time
seemed
an
entire
age
.
When
he
got
abroad
at
last
he
was
hardly
grateful
that
he
had
been
spared
,
remembering
how
lonely
was
his
estate
,
how
companionless
and
forlorn
he
was
.
He
drifted
listlessly
down
the
street
and
found
Jim
Hollis
acting
as
judge
in
a
juvenile
court
that
was
trying
a
cat
for
murder
,
in
the
presence
of
her
victim
,
a
bird
.
He
found
Joe
Harper
and
Huck
Finn
up
an
alley
eating
a
stolen
melon
.
Poor
lads
!
they
--
like
Tom
--
had
suffered
a
relapse
.
At
last
the
sleepy
atmosphere
was
stirred
--
and
vigorously
:
the
murder
trial
came
on
in
the
court
.
It
became
the
absorbing
topic
of
village
talk
immediately
.
Tom
could
not
get
away
from
it
.
Every
reference
to
the
murder
sent
a
shudder
to
his
heart
,
for
his
troubled
conscience
and
fears
almost
persuaded
him
that
these
remarks
were
put
forth
in
his
hearing
as
"
feelers
"
;
he
did
not
see
how
he
could
be
suspected
of
knowing
anything
about
the
murder
,
but
still
he
could
not
be
comfortable
in
the
midst
of
this
gossip
.
It
kept
him
in
a
cold
shiver
all
the
time
.
He
took
Huck
to
a
lonely
place
to
have
a
talk
with
him
.
It
would
be
some
relief
to
unseal
his
tongue
for
a
little
while
;
to
divide
his
burden
of
distress
with
another
sufferer
.
Moreover
,
he
wanted
to
assure
himself
that
Huck
had
remained
discreet
.
"
Huck
,
have
you
ever
told
anybody
about
--
that
?
"
"
'
Bout
what
?
"
"
You
know
what
.
"
