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- # CHAPTER XIX
## Overview
This entity is [CHAPTER XIX](arke:01KG176GYJHGYJQ321PBSSDYT3), a chapter from the novel *The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete* (arke:01KG17620ND2Q83R02B18E9MJZ). It was extracted from the plain text file [tom_sawyer.txt](arke:01KG0K71QZ8KK7RGEGSNTB5534) and is part of the [More Classics](arke:01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS) collection. The chapter spans lines 5209 to 5317 of the source file and was processed on January 28, 2026, as part of an automated text extraction workflow.
## Context
This chapter follows [CHAPTER XVIII](arke:01KG176GPSYC6Z90B110GTYFEM) and precedes [CHAPTER XX](arke:01KG176GX4Q9QGN0DR46GD1W75) in the narrative sequence of Mark Twain’s *The Adventures of Tom Sawyer*. It forms part of a complete digital edition of the novel, structured into discrete chapters for archival and analytical purposes. The text reflects a moment of emotional development in the story, occurring after Tom Sawyer and his friends return from their island adventure, which was believed to have ended in their drowning.
## Contents
The chapter depicts Tom Sawyer returning home in a somber mood and being confronted by his Aunt Polly, who is angry that he allowed her to embarrass herself by pleading the truth of a dream to Mrs. Harper, unaware that Tom had already been seen. Initially defensive, Tom gradually expresses remorse when his aunt accuses him of selfishness. He reveals that he returned not to mock them, but to ease their grief, and that he left a note (written on a piece of bark) explaining their pirating adventure. The emotional climax occurs when Tom confesses he kissed his sleeping aunt out of love and sorrow, prompting her to soften. Though she suspects he is lying about the note, she chooses not to verify it, calling it a “blessed lie” that brings her comfort. Ultimately, she reads the note in private, weeping with relief and forgiveness, declaring she would pardon him even “a million sins.” The scene underscores themes of guilt, redemption, and unconditional love.
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Tom arrived at home in a dreary mood, and the first thing his aunt said
to him showed him that he had brought his sorrows to an unpromising
market:
“Tom, I’ve a notion to skin you alive!”
“Auntie, what have I done?”
“Well, you’ve done enough. Here I go over to Sereny Harper, like an old
softy, expecting I’m going to make her believe all that rubbage about
that dream, when lo and behold you she’d found out from Joe that you was
over here and heard all the talk we had that night. Tom, I don’t know
what is to become of a boy that will act like that. It makes me feel so
bad to think you could let me go to Sereny Harper and make such a fool
of myself and never say a word.”
This was a new aspect of the thing. His smartness of the morning had
seemed to Tom a good joke before, and very ingenious. It merely looked
mean and shabby now. He hung his head and could not think of anything to
say for a moment. Then he said:
“Auntie, I wish I hadn’t done it—but I didn’t think.”
“Oh, child, you never think. You never think of anything but your
own selfishness. You could think to come all the way over here from
Jackson’s Island in the night to laugh at our troubles, and you could
think to fool me with a lie about a dream; but you couldn’t ever think
to pity us and save us from sorrow.”
“Auntie, I know now it was mean, but I didn’t mean to be mean. I didn’t,
honest. And besides, I didn’t come over here to laugh at you that
night.”
“What did you come for, then?”
“It was to tell you not to be uneasy about us, because we hadn’t got
drownded.”
“Tom, Tom, I would be the thankfullest soul in this world if I could
believe you ever had as good a thought as that, but you know you never
did—and I know it, Tom.”
“Indeed and ’deed I did, auntie—I wish I may never stir if I didn’t.”
“Oh, Tom, don’t lie—don’t do it. It only makes things a hundred times
worse.”
“It ain’t a lie, auntie; it’s the truth. I wanted to keep you from
grieving—that was all that made me come.”
“I’d give the whole world to believe that—it would cover up a power
of sins, Tom. I’d ’most be glad you’d run off and acted so bad. But it
ain’t reasonable; because, why didn’t you tell me, child?”
“Why, you see, when you got to talking about the funeral, I just got all
full of the idea of our coming and hiding in the church, and I couldn’t
somehow bear to spoil it. So I just put the bark back in my pocket and
kept mum.”
“What bark?”
“The bark I had wrote on to tell you we’d gone pirating. I wish, now,
you’d waked up when I kissed you—I do, honest.”
The hard lines in his aunt’s face relaxed and a sudden tenderness dawned
in her eyes.
“_Did_ you kiss me, Tom?”
“Why, yes, I did.”
“Are you sure you did, Tom?”
“Why, yes, I did, auntie—certain sure.”
“What did you kiss me for, Tom?”
“Because I loved you so, and you laid there moaning and I was so sorry.”
The words sounded like truth. The old lady could not hide a tremor in
her voice when she said:
“Kiss me again, Tom!—and be off with you to school, now, and don’t
bother me any more.”
The moment he was gone, she ran to a closet and got out the ruin of a
jacket which Tom had gone pirating in. Then she stopped, with it in her
hand, and said to herself:
“No, I don’t dare. Poor boy, I reckon he’s lied about it—but it’s a
blessed, blessed lie, there’s such a comfort come from it. I hope
the Lord—I _know_ the Lord will forgive him, because it was such
good-heartedness in him to tell it. But I don’t want to find out it’s a
lie. I won’t look.”
She put the jacket away, and stood by musing a minute. Twice she put out
her hand to take the garment again, and twice she refrained. Once more
she ventured, and this time she fortified herself with the thought:
“It’s a good lie—it’s a good lie—I won’t let it grieve me.” So she
sought the jacket pocket. A moment later she was reading Tom’s piece of
bark through flowing tears and saying: “I could forgive the boy, now, if
he’d committed a million sins!”
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