? ? ? ? "Nothing. Nothing 't I know of." But the boy's hand shook so that he spilled his coffee.
? ? ? ? "And you do talk such stuff," Sid said. "Last night you said 'it's blood, it's blood, that's what it is!' You said that over and over. And you said, 'Don't torment me so- I'll tell!' Tell what? What is it you'll tell?"
? ? ? ? Everything was swimming before Tom. There is no telling what might have happened, now, but luckily the concern passed out of Aunt Polly's face and she came to Tom's relief without knowing it. She said:
? ? ? ? "Sho! It's that dreadful murder. I dream about it most every night myself. Sometimes I dream it's me that done it."
? ? ? ? Mary said she had been affected much the same way. Sid seemed satisfied. Tom got out of the presence as quick as he plausibly could, and after that he complained of toothache for a week and tied up his jaws every night. He never knew that Sid lay nightly watching, and frequently slipped the bandage free and then leaned on his elbow listening a good while at a time, and afterward slipped the bandage back to its place again.
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