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Twain, Mark

"The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn"

I was in a sweat then, and watched him pretty keen. But he never meddled at all; just slid the lid along, as soft as mush, and screwed it down tight and fast. So there I was! I didn't know whether the money was in there, or not. So, says I, spose somebody has hogged that bag on the sly?- now how do I know whether to write to Mary Jane or not? Spose she dug him up and didn't find nothing- what would she think of me? Blame it, I says, I might get hunted up and jailed; I'd better lay low and keep dark, and not write at all; the thing's awful mixed, now; trying to better it, I've worsened it a hundred times, and I wish to goodness I'd just let it alone, dad fetch the whole business!


? ? ? ? They buried him, and we come back home, and I went to watching faces again- I couldn't help it, and I couldn't rest easy. But nothing come of it; the faces didn't tell me nothing.


? ? ? ? The king he visited around, in the evening, and sweetened everybody up, and made himself ever so friendly; and he give out the idea that his congregation over in England would be in a sweat about him, so he must hurry and settle up the estate right away, and leave for home.


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