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“Oh, you don’t understand, Jim; a coat of arms is very different.”

 

“Well, all right, Tom, fix it your own way; but if you’ll take my advice, you’ll let me borrow a sheet off of the clothesline.”

 

But me and Jim was consulting—and thinking. And after we’d thought a minute, I says:

 

He had his own by him, but I handed him mine. He flung it down, and says:

 

“Maybe he won’t. But we got to have it anyway. Come along.”

 

“Just let me study a moment—just a moment. Oh, yes—you said you believed the door was open.”

 

“Why didn’t you leave? What did you want to come here for?” somebody said.

 

That broke up the meeting. The boys were avenged. Vacation had come.

 

Huck searched all the place about, and found nothing. Tom proudly marched into a thick clump of sumach bushes and said:

 

“Well, if they like it, Tom, all right; but I don’t want to be a king and have only just a given name, like a nigger. But say—where you going to dig first?”

 

“Very well,” he said; “would you like to see a history of the progress of the human race?—its development of that product which it calls civilization?”

 

It grieved me, though not sharply, to see him take such a malicious satisfaction in his plans for this foreigner.

 

“We played together once, in long-agone days when we were innocent little creatures. For the sake of that, I forgive you.”

 

A. In the end I was afraid to contribute the money to the foundling-asylum, but elected to wait yet another year and continue my inquiries. When I heard of Father Peter's find I was glad, and no suspicion entered my mind; when I came home a day or two later and discovered that my own money was gone I still did not suspect until three circumstances connected with Father Peter's good fortune struck me as being singular coincidences.

 

Our mouths came open to answer, but stood so for a moment, because we couldn't say “Nobody,” for it wouldn't be true, and the right word didn't seem to come; then I thought of the right one, and said it:

 

 

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