Приключения Тома Сойера

Chapter 30

           "Yes,burglar’stools. Thatappearstorelieveyouagooddeal. Butwhatdidgiveyouthatturn? WhatwereYOUexpectingwe’dfound?" 

           Huckwasinacloseplacetheinquiringeyewasuponhimhewouldhavegivenanythingformaterialforaplausibleanswernothingsuggesteditself theinquiringeyewasboringdeeperanddeeperasenselessreplyofferedtherewasnotimetoweighit,soataventureheuttereditfeebly: 

           "Sunday-schoolbooks,maybe." 

           PoorHuckwastoodistressedtosmile,buttheoldmanlaughedloudandjoyously,shookupthedetailsofhisanatomyfromheadtofoot, andendedbysayingthatsuchalaughwasmoneyina-man’spocket,becauseitcutdownthedoctor’sbilllikeeverything. Thenheadded: 

           "Pooroldchap,you’rewhiteandjadedyouain’twellabitnowonderyou’realittleflightyandoffyourbalance. Butyou’llcomeoutofit. Restandsleepwillfetchyououtallright,Ihope." 

           Huckwasirritatedtothinkhehadbeensuchagooseandbetrayedsuchasuspiciousexcitement,forhehaddroppedtheideathattheparcelbroughtfromthetavernwasthetreasure,assoonashehadheardthetalkatthewidow’sstile. Hehadonlythoughtitwasnotthetreasure,howeverhehadnotknownthatitwasn’tandsothesuggestionofacapturedbundlewastoomuchforhisself-possession. Butonthewholehefeltgladthelittleepisodehadhappened,fornowheknewbeyondallquestionthatthatbundlewasnotTHEbundle,andsohismindwasatrestandexceedinglycomfortable. 

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