THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER - online book

Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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POOR HUCK!                                                        271
no comfort—I'd got to go up in the attic and rip out a while, every day, to git a taste in my mouth, or I'd a died, Tom. The widder wouldn't let me smoke; she wouldn't let me yell, she wouldn't let me gape, nor stretch, nor scratch, before folks—" [Then with a spasm of special irritation and injury],—"And dad fetch it, she prayed all the time ! I never see such a woman ! I had to' shove, Tom—I just had to. And besides, that school's going to open, and I'd a had to go to it—
COMFORTABLE ONCE MORE.
well, I wouldn't stand that, Tom. Lookyhere, Tom, being rich ain't what it's cracked up to be. It's just worry and worry, and sweat and sweat, and a-wishing you was dead all the time. Now these clothes suits me, and this bar'l suits me, and I ain't ever going to shake 'em any more. Tom, I wouldn't ever got into all. this trouble if it hadn't 'a' been for that money; now you just take my sheer of it along with your'n, and gimme a ten-center sometimes—not many times, becuz I