Chapter-7 A few minutes later Tom was in the shoal water of the bar, wading towards the Illinois shore. Before the depth reached his middle he was halfway over; the current would permit no more wading, now, so he struck out confidently to swim the remaining hundred yards. He swam quartering upstream, but still was […]
Chapter-6 Tom’s mind was made up now. He was gloomy and desperate. He was a forsaken, friendless boy. Nobody loved him; when they found out what they had driven him to, perhaps they would be sorry; he had tried to do right and get along, but they would not let him; since nothing would do
Chapter-5 Close upon the hour of noon the whole village was suddenly electrified with the ghastly news. No need of the as yet undreamed-of telegraph; the tale flew from man to man, from group to group, from house to house, with little less than telegraphic speed. Of course the school-master gave holiday for that afternoon;
Chapter-4 On one occasion Tom and Sid were sent to bed, as usual. They said their prayers, and Sid was soon asleep. Tom lay awake and waited, in restless impatience. When it seemed to him that it must be nearly daylight, he heard the clock strike ten. This was despair. He would have tossed and
Chapter-3 Monday morning found Tom Sawyer miserable. Monday morning always found him so—because it began another week’s slow suffering in school. He generally began that day with wishing he had had no intervening holiday, it made the going into captivity and fetters again so much more odious.Tom lay thinking. Presently it occurred to him that
Chapter-2 Saturday morning had come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life. There was a song in every heart; and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips. There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step. The locust trees were in bloom
Chapter-1 Tom Sawyer was a naughty boy who lived with his Aunt Polly, his cousin Mary and his half brother Sid. He was always up to one mischief or the other. Let us read about his adventures.“Tom!”No answer.“Tom!”No answer.“What’s gone with that boy, I wonder? You, Tom!”No answer.The old lady Aunt Polly pulled her spectacles
Chapter-15 Once I’d waved farewell to the deck full of travellers bound for Australia, everything I had to do in England was done. I packed and left for Europe. I’d though the worst of all my sorrow was behind me but I was wrong. It only began when I left home. Without business or friends,
Chapter-14 A letter came to me from Mr Micawber in Canterbury. My old friend loved to write and fancied that he did it well. In fact, he made such a muddle of his meaning that two or three readings were needed to crack the rambling code. After reading his letter, all I knew for certain
Chapter-13 About a year after my wedding to Dora, I passed in front of Mrs Steerforth’s house. As I walked by her front step, I heard a voice call out my name.It was Rosa Dartle, young James’ hammer target. She stepped through the door onto the porch, colourless, thin, and full of superiority. Our meeting
Chapter-12 At last, an answer came from Dora’s two old aunts. I was welcome to visit them and discuss the proposed courtship in person. They specified a day and time, and told me I could bring along a trusted friend. As soon as I accepted their invitation and arranged for Tommy Traddles to accompany me
Chapter-11 My aunt asked me to go to Dover to look after the rental of her home. I thought she knew if I got to Dover I’d go all the way to Canterbury and there see Agnes—a certain cure for worry and depression.I found everything in good condition at the cottage, settled the few details
Chapter-10 I kept on loving Dora. Thinking of her was my refuge when everything was sad or in upset. I wasn’t just crazy about her—I was drowning in love.A week after Daniel had left London, Mr Spenlow told me his daughter was having a birthday and invited me to join them and some other friends
Chapter-9 The next morning I explained to Mr Spenlow that I needed a few days away to visit a dying friend, and left at noon for Yarmouth. I took a room at the hotel because it was late evening when the coach pulled into the village. At ten o’clock I went out for an evening’s
Chapter-8 Days and weeks slipped by. During my probation at Spenlow and Jorkins I found I liked the work, and was apprenticed. To celebrate the occasion, Mr Spenlow invited me to spend the weekend at his country house in Norwood. At the end of the workday on Friday, he and I drove to Norwood in