1 Tom begged her to pluck up hope again, and she said she could not.
2 The "might" was even a chillier horror than the ghostly laughter, it so confessed a perishing hope.
3 Judge Thatcher sent messages of hope and encouragement from the cave, but they conveyed no real cheer.
4 This time he thought he could detect colicky symptoms, and he began to encourage them with considerable hope.
5 Tom went about, hoping against hope for the sight of one blessed sinful face, but disappointment crossed him everywhere.
6 If the bodies continued missing until Sunday, all hope would be given over, and the funerals would be preached on that morning.
7 They inwardly resolved to watch him nights, when opportunity should offer, in the hope of getting a glimpse of his dread master.
8 After breakfast his aunt took him aside, and Tom almost brightened in the hope that he was going to be flogged; but it was not so.
9 He hoped that Mary would forget his shoes, but the hope was blighted; she coated them thoroughly with tallow, as was the custom, and brought them out.
10 And now at this moment, when hope was dead, Tom Sawyer came forward with nine yellow tickets, nine red tickets, and ten blue ones, and demanded a Bible.
11 This nightmare occupied some ten pages of manuscript and wound up with a sermon so destructive of all hope to non-Presbyterians that it took the first prize.
12 But he felt less and less hopeful with each failure, and presently began to turn off into diverging avenues at sheer random, in desperate hope of finding the one that was wanted.
13 As the twilight drew on, they found themselves hanging about the neighborhood of the little isolated jail, perhaps with an undefined hope that something would happen that might clear away their difficulties.
14 Tom soon found himself tormented with a desire to drink and swear; the desire grew to be so intense that nothing but the hope of a chance to display himself in his red sash kept him from withdrawing from the order.
15 He returned, now, and hung about the fence till nightfall, "showing off," as before; but the girl never exhibited herself again, though Tom comforted himself a little with the hope that she had been near some window, meantime, and been aware of his attentions.
16 Becky resumed her picture inspections with Alfred, but as the minutes dragged along and no Tom came to suffer, her triumph began to cloud and she lost interest; gravity and absentmindedness followed, and then melancholy; two or three times she pricked up her ear at a footstep, but it was a false hope; no Tom came.
17 They had a smoke and a chat in the shade, and then dug a little in their last hole, not with great hope, but merely because Tom said there were so many cases where people had given up a treasure after getting down within six inches of it, and then somebody else had come along and turned it up with a single thrust of a shovel.
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