keskiviikko 23. maaliskuuta 2011

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, p. 233

Well, one thing was dead sure, and that was that Tom Sawyer was in earnest, and was actuly going to help steal that nigger out of slavery. That was the thing that was too many for me. Here was a boy that was respectable and well brung up; and had a character to lose; and folks at home that had characters; and he was bright and not leatherheaded; and knowing and not ignorant; and not mean, but kind; and yet here he was, without any more pride, or rightness, or feeling, than to stoop to this business, and make himself a shame, and his family a shame, before everybody. I couldn’t understand it no way at all. It was outrageous, and I knowed I ought to just up and tell him so; and so be his true friend, and let him quit the thing right where he was and save himself. And I did start to tell him; but he shut me up, and says:
            ”Don’t you reckon I know what I’m about? Don’t I generly know what I’m about?”
            ”Yes.”
            ”Didn’t I say I was going to help steal the nigger?”
            ”Yes.”
            "Well, then."

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