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1 "It's a bad sign," said Aunt Polly, gravely.
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2 They cast down their load and began to open the grave.
The Adventures of Tom SawyerBy Mark Twain ContextHighlight In CHAPTER IX
3 The doctor put the lantern at the head of the grave and came and sat down with his back against one of the elm trees.
The Adventures of Tom SawyerBy Mark Twain ContextHighlight In CHAPTER IX
4 The whisper died wholly out, now, for the three men had reached the grave and stood within a few feet of the boys' hiding-place.
The Adventures of Tom SawyerBy Mark Twain ContextHighlight In CHAPTER IX
5 Two or three minutes later the murdered man, the blanketed corpse, the lidless coffin, and the open grave were under no inspection but the moon's.
The Adventures of Tom SawyerBy Mark Twain ContextHighlight In CHAPTER IX
6 They found the sharp new heap they were seeking, and ensconced themselves within the protection of three great elms that grew in a bunch within a few feet of the grave.
The Adventures of Tom SawyerBy Mark Twain ContextHighlight In CHAPTER IX
7 All the old graves were sunken in, there was not a tombstone on the place; round-topped, worm-eaten boards staggered over the graves, leaning for support and finding none.
The Adventures of Tom SawyerBy Mark Twain ContextHighlight In CHAPTER IX
8 His aunt wept over him and asked him how he could go and break her old heart so; and finally told him to go on, and ruin himself and bring her gray hairs with sorrow to the grave, for it was no use for her to try any more.
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9 It seemed to him that life was but a trouble, at best, and he more than half envied Jimmy Hodges, so lately released; it must be very peaceful, he thought, to lie and slumber and dream forever and ever, with the wind whispering through the trees and caressing the grass and the flowers over the grave, and nothing to bother and grieve about, ever any more.
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