{"id":"01KG177WSAF2GX6DKY5P6NFREF","cid":"bafkreifpbdkyzdmiwosfk7b2jv7axnqwjs7mse5wz5s66wpkqpchh3se44","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":1930,"extracted_at":"2026-01-28T02:34:39.065Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG0K71QZ8KK7RGEGSNTB5534","start_line":1828,"text":"CHAPTER VI\r\n\r\n\r\nMonday morning found Tom Sawyer miserable. Monday morning always found\r\nhim so—because it began another week’s slow suffering in school. He\r\ngenerally began that day with wishing he had had no intervening holiday,\r\nit made the going into captivity and fetters again so much more odious.\r\n\r\nTom lay thinking. Presently it occurred to him that he wished he was\r\nsick; then he could stay home from school. Here was a vague possibility.\r\nHe canvassed his system. No ailment was found, and he investigated\r\nagain. This time he thought he could detect colicky symptoms, and he\r\nbegan to encourage them with considerable hope. But they soon grew\r\nfeeble, and presently died wholly away. He reflected further. Suddenly\r\nhe discovered something. One of his upper front teeth was loose. This\r\nwas lucky; he was about to begin to groan, as a “starter,” as he\r\ncalled it, when it occurred to him that if he came into court with that\r\nargument, his aunt would pull it out, and that would hurt. So he thought\r\nhe would hold the tooth in reserve for the present, and seek further.\r\nNothing offered for some little time, and then he remembered hearing\r\nthe doctor tell about a certain thing that laid up a patient for two or\r\nthree weeks and threatened to make him lose a finger. So the boy eagerly\r\ndrew his sore toe from under the sheet and held it up for inspection.\r\nBut now he did not know the necessary symptoms. However, it seemed\r\nwell worth while to chance it, so he fell to groaning with considerable\r\nspirit.\r\n\r\nBut Sid slept on unconscious.\r\n\r\nTom groaned louder, and fancied that he began to feel pain in the toe.\r\n\r\nNo result from Sid.\r\n\r\nTom was panting with his exertions by this time. He took a rest and then\r\nswelled himself up and fetched a succession of admirable groans.\r\n\r\nSid snored on.\r\n\r\nTom was aggravated. He said, “Sid, Sid!” and shook him. This course\r\nworked well, and Tom began to groan again. Sid yawned, stretched, then\r\nbrought himself up on his elbow with a snort, and began to stare at Tom.\r\nTom went on groaning. Sid said:\r\n\r\n“Tom! Say, Tom!” [No response.] “Here, Tom! TOM! What is the matter,\r\nTom?” And he shook him and looked in his face anxiously.\r\n\r\nTom moaned out:\r\n\r\n“Oh, don’t, Sid. Don’t joggle me.”\r\n\r\n“Why, what’s the matter, Tom? I must call auntie.”\r\n\r\n“No—never mind. It’ll be over by and by, maybe. Don’t call anybody.”\r\n\r\n“But I must! _Don’t_ groan so, Tom, it’s awful. How long you been this\r\nway?”\r\n\r\n“Hours. Ouch! Oh, don’t stir so, Sid, you’ll kill me.”\r\n\r\n“Tom, why didn’t you wake me sooner? Oh, Tom, _don’t!_ It makes my flesh\r\ncrawl to hear you. Tom, what is the matter?”\r\n\r\n“I forgive you everything, Sid. [Groan.] Everything you’ve ever done to\r\nme. When I’m gone—”\r\n\r\n“Oh, Tom, you ain’t dying, are you? Don’t, Tom—oh, don’t. Maybe—”\r\n\r\n“I forgive everybody, Sid. [Groan.] Tell ’em so, Sid. And Sid, you give\r\nmy window-sash and my cat with one eye to that new girl that’s come to\r\ntown, and tell her—”\r\n\r\nBut Sid had snatched his clothes and gone. Tom was suffering in reality,\r\nnow, so handsomely was his imagination working, and so his groans had\r\ngathered quite a genuine tone.\r\n\r\nSid flew downstairs and said:\r\n\r\n“Oh, Aunt Polly, come! Tom’s dying!”\r\n\r\n“Dying!”\r\n\r\n“Yes’m. Don’t wait—come quick!”\r\n\r\n“Rubbage! I don’t believe it!”\r\n\r\nBut she fled upstairs, nevertheless, with Sid and Mary at her heels.\r\nAnd her face grew white, too, and her lip trembled. When she reached the\r\nbedside she gasped out:\r\n\r\n“You, Tom! Tom, what’s the matter with you?”\r\n\r\n“Oh, auntie, I’m—”\r\n\r\n“What’s the matter with you—what is the matter with you, child?”\r\n\r\n“Oh, auntie, my sore toe’s mortified!”\r\n\r\nThe old lady sank down into a chair and laughed a little, then cried a\r\nlittle, then did both together. This restored her and she said:\r\n\r\n“Tom, what a turn you did give me. Now you shut up that nonsense and\r\nclimb out of this.”\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG176GGGZ2JNJ7C5TNEK263Y","peer_label":"CHAPTER VI","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG0K71QZ8KK7RGEGSNTB5534","peer_label":"tom_sawyer.txt","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS","peer_label":"More Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG177WRTEKA1PZZYKK0HBR4K","peer_label":"Chunk 2","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-28T02:34:39.361Z","ts":"2026-01-28T02:34:40.203Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}