Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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mind was made up now. He was gloomy and desperate. He was a forsaken, friendless boy, he said; nobody loved him; when they found out what they had driven him to, perhaps they would be sorry; he had tried to do right and get along, but they would not let him; since nothing would do them but to be rid of him, let it be so; and let them blame him for the consequences— why shouldn't they ? What right had the friendless to complain ? Yes, they had forced him to it at last: he would lead a life of crime. There was no choice.
By this time he was far down
Meadow Lane, and the bell for schodl to "take up" tinkled faintly upon his
ear. He sobbed, now, to think he should never, never hear that old familiar
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