The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn Mark Twain (best thriller novels to read txt) đ
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When I lit my candle and went up to my room that night there sat pap his own self!
VI had shut the door to. Then I turned around and there he was. I used to be scared of him all the time, he tanned me so much. I reckoned I was scared now, too; but in a minute I see I was mistakenâ âthat is, after the first jolt, as you may say, when my breath sort of hitched, he being so unexpected; but right away after I see I warnât scared of him worth bothring about.
He was most fifty, and he looked it. His hair was long and tangled and greasy, and hung down, and you could see his eyes shining through like he was behind vines. It was all black, no gray; so was his long, mixed-up whiskers. There warnât no color in his face, where his face showed; it was white; not like another manâs white, but a white to make a body sick, a white to make a bodyâs flesh crawlâ âa tree-toad white, a fish-belly white. As for his clothesâ âjust rags, that was all. He had one ankle resting on tâother knee; the boot on that foot was busted, and two of his toes stuck through, and he worked them now and then. His hat was laying on the floorâ âan old black slouch with the top caved in, like a lid.
I stood a-looking at him; he set there a-looking at me, with his chair tilted back a little. I set the candle down. I noticed the window was up; so he had clumb in by the shed. He kept a-looking me all over. By and by he says:
âStarchy clothesâ âvery. You think youâre a good deal of a big-bug, donât you?â
âMaybe I am, maybe I ainât,â I says.
âDonât you give me none oâ your lip,â says he. âYouâve put on considerable many frills since I been away. Iâll take you down a peg before I get done with you. Youâre educated, too, they sayâ âcan read and write. You think youâre betterân your father, now, donât you, because he canât? Iâll take it out of you. Who told you you might meddle with such hifalutân foolishness, hey?â âwho told you you could?â
âThe widow. She told me.â
âThe widow, hey?â âand who told the widow she could put in her shovel about a thing that ainât none of her business?â
âNobody never told her.â
âWell, Iâll learn her how to meddle. And looky hereâ âyou drop that school, you hear? Iâll learn people to bring up a boy to put on airs over his own father and let on to be betterân what he is. You lemme catch you fooling around that school again, you hear? Your mother couldnât read, and she couldnât write, nuther, before she died. None of the family couldnât before they died. I canât; and here youâre a-swelling yourself up like this. I ainât the man to stand itâ âyou hear? Say, lemme hear you read.â
I took up a book and begun something about General Washington and the wars. When Iâd read about a half a minute, he fetched the book a whack with his hand and knocked it across the house. He says:
âItâs so. You can do it. I had my doubts when you told me. Now looky here; you stop that putting on frills. I wonât have it. Iâll lay for you, my smarty; and if I catch you about that school Iâll tan you good. First you know youâll get religion, too. I never see such a son.â
He took up a little blue and yaller picture of some cows and a boy, and says:
âWhatâs this?â
âItâs something they give me for learning my lessons good.â
He tore it up, and says:
âIâll give you something betterâ âIâll give you a cowhide.â
He set there a-mumbling and a-growling a minute, and then he says:
âAinât you a sweet-scented dandy, though? A bed; and bedclothes; and a lookânâ-glass; and a piece of carpet on the floorâ âand your own father got to sleep with the hogs in the tanyard. I never see such a son. I bet Iâll take some oâ these frills out oâ you before Iâm done with you. Why, there ainât no end to your airsâ âthey say youâre rich. Hey?â âhowâs that?â
âThey lieâ âthatâs how.â
âLooky hereâ âmind how you talk to me; Iâm a-standing about all I can stand nowâ âso donât gimme no sass. Iâve been in town two days, and I hainât heard nothing but about you beinâ rich. I heard about it away down the river, too. Thatâs why I come. You git me that money tomorrowâ âI want it.â
âI hainât got no money.â
âItâs a lie. Judge Thatcherâs got it. You git it. I want it.â
âI hainât got no money, I tell you. You ask Judge Thatcher; heâll tell you the
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