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"They do, do they?" There was something in the tone that made Tom apprehensive. Voice Reading
"Yes'm. That is, I believe they do." Voice Reading
"You do?" Voice Reading
The old lady was bending down, Tom watching, with interest emphasized by anxiety. Voice Reading
Too late he divined her "drift." The handle of the telltale tea-spoon was visible under the bed-valance. Voice Reading
Aunt Polly took it, held it up. Voice Reading
Tom winced, and dropped his eyes. Voice Reading
Aunt Polly raised him by the usual handle-his ear-and cracked his head soundly with her thimble. Voice Reading
"Now, sir, what did you want to treat that poor dumb beast so, for?" Voice Reading
"I done it out of pity for him-because he hadn't any aunt." Voice Reading
"Hadn't any aunt!-you numskull. What has that got to do with it?" Voice Reading
"Heaps. Because if he'd had one she'd a burnt him out herself! She'd a roasted his bowels out of him 'thout any more feeling than if he was a human!" Voice Reading
Aunt Polly felt a sudden pang of remorse. This was putting the thing in a new light; what was cruelty to a cat might be cruelty to a boy, too. She began to soften; she felt sorry. Her eyes watered a little, and she put her hand on Tom's head and said gently: Voice Reading
"I was meaning for the best, Tom. And, Tom, it did do you good." Voice Reading
Tom looked up in her face with just a perceptible twinkle peeping through his gravity. Voice Reading
"I know you was meaning for the best, aunty, and so was I with Peter. It done him good, too. I never see him get around so since-" Voice Reading
"Oh, go 'long with you, Tom, before you aggravate me again. And you try and see if you can't be a good boy, for once, and you needn't take any more medicine." Voice Reading
Tom reached school ahead of time. Voice Reading
It was noticed that this strange thing had been occurring every day latterly. Voice Reading
And now, as usual of late, he hung about the gate of the schoolyard instead of playing with his comrades. Voice Reading
He was sick, he said, and he looked it. Voice Reading
He tried to seem to be looking everywhere but whither he really was looking-down the road. Voice Reading
Presently Jeff Thatcher hove in sight, and Tom's face lighted; he gazed a moment, and then turned sorrowfully away. Voice Reading

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