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- # Dialogue between Tom and Becky
## Overview
This entity is a **scene** extracted from the text file `tom_sawyer.txt`, spanning lines 2494 to 2602. It captures a pivotal dialogue between the two child characters, Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher, during a private moment at school. The scene was programmatically identified and extracted as part of a structured analysis of narrative units within *The Adventures of Tom Sawyer*. It is contained within [CHAPTER VII](arke:01KG2TRBF3MKW56K64J2R9HG41) and is part of the [Test Collection](arke:01KG2T49K0H5GDRB0G4YDTPG8H).
## Context
The scene occurs immediately after an earlier conversation between Tom and Becky (documented in the preceding scene [Tom and Becky's Conversation](arke:01KG2TRXAX2Y4PEYAF44CG3RH1)), in which they discuss love, engagement, and childhood romance. This dialogue unfolds in an empty schoolhouse, a setting that allows for intimacy and secrecy. It forms a key emotional episode in the novel, illustrating the innocence, impulsiveness, and emotional volatility of childhood relationships. The text is part of the full digital transcription of Mark Twain’s novel, preserved in plain text format and processed to identify structural elements such as chapters and scenes.
## Contents
This scene depicts the progression of Tom and Becky’s pretend engagement into a more emotionally charged interaction. Tom persuades Becky to whisper “I—love—you!” to him, leading to a kiss and mutual promises of eternal fidelity. However, Tom inadvertently ruins the moment by referencing a previous “engagement” to Amy Lawrence, causing Becky to burst into tears. Despite Tom’s attempts to console her—first with words, then with his prized brass knob—Becky rejects him, leading to his dramatic departure. The scene ends with Becky realizing he is gone, calling after him too late, and facing the return of classmates alone, heartbroken and isolated. The exchange captures themes of first love, jealousy, pride, and regret, rendered with psychological authenticity and gentle humor characteristic of the novel.
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- Dialogue between Tom and Becky
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- “I sha’n’t tell you.”
“Shall I tell _you_?”
“Ye—yes—but some other time.”
“No, now.”
“No, not now—to-morrow.”
“Oh, no, _now_. Please, Becky—I’ll whisper it, I’ll whisper it ever so
easy.”
Becky hesitating, Tom took silence for consent, and passed his arm about
her waist and whispered the tale ever so softly, with his mouth close to
her ear. And then he added:
“Now you whisper it to me—just the same.”
She resisted, for a while, and then said:
“You turn your face away so you can’t see, and then I will. But you
mustn’t ever tell anybody—_will_ you, Tom? Now you won’t, _will_ you?”
“No, indeed, indeed I won’t. Now, Becky.”
He turned his face away. She bent timidly around till her breath stirred
his curls and whispered, “I—love—you!”
Then she sprang away and ran around and around the desks and benches,
with Tom after her, and took refuge in a corner at last, with her little
white apron to her face. Tom clasped her about her neck and pleaded:
“Now, Becky, it’s all done—all over but the kiss. Don’t you be afraid
of that—it ain’t anything at all. Please, Becky.” And he tugged at her
apron and the hands.
By and by she gave up, and let her hands drop; her face, all glowing
with the struggle, came up and submitted. Tom kissed the red lips and
said:
“Now it’s all done, Becky. And always after this, you know, you ain’t
ever to love anybody but me, and you ain’t ever to marry anybody but me,
ever never and forever. Will you?”
“No, I’ll never love anybody but you, Tom, and I’ll never marry anybody
but you—and you ain’t to ever marry anybody but me, either.”
“Certainly. Of course. That’s _part_ of it. And always coming to school
or when we’re going home, you’re to walk with me, when there ain’t
anybody looking—and you choose me and I choose you at parties, because
that’s the way you do when you’re engaged.”
“It’s so nice. I never heard of it before.”
“Oh, it’s ever so gay! Why, me and Amy Lawrence—”
The big eyes told Tom his blunder and he stopped, confused.
“Oh, Tom! Then I ain’t the first you’ve ever been engaged to!”
The child began to cry. Tom said:
“Oh, don’t cry, Becky, I don’t care for her any more.”
“Yes, you do, Tom—you know you do.”
Tom tried to put his arm about her neck, but she pushed him away and
turned her face to the wall, and went on crying. Tom tried again, with
soothing words in his mouth, and was repulsed again. Then his pride was
up, and he strode away and went outside. He stood about, restless and
uneasy, for a while, glancing at the door, every now and then, hoping
she would repent and come to find him. But she did not. Then he began
to feel badly and fear that he was in the wrong. It was a hard struggle
with him to make new advances, now, but he nerved himself to it and
entered. She was still standing back there in the corner, sobbing, with
her face to the wall. Tom’s heart smote him. He went to her and stood a
moment, not knowing exactly how to proceed. Then he said hesitatingly:
“Becky, I—I don’t care for anybody but you.”
No reply—but sobs.
“Becky”—pleadingly. “Becky, won’t you say something?”
More sobs.
Tom got out his chiefest jewel, a brass knob from the top of an andiron,
and passed it around her so that she could see it, and said:
“Please, Becky, won’t you take it?”
She struck it to the floor. Then Tom marched out of the house and over
the hills and far away, to return to school no more that day. Presently
Becky began to suspect. She ran to the door; he was not in sight; she
flew around to the play-yard; he was not there. Then she called:
“Tom! Come back, Tom!”
She listened intently, but there was no answer. She had no companions
but silence and loneliness. So she sat down to cry again and upbraid
herself; and by this time the scholars began to gather again, and she
had to hide her griefs and still her broken heart and take up the cross
of a long, dreary, aching afternoon, with none among the strangers about
her to exchange sorrows with.
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- Dialogue between Tom and Becky