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