she didn't, everybody naturally despises an ungrateful ****, and they'd make Jim feel it all the time, and so he'd feel ornery and disgraced. And then think of _me_!  It would get all around that Huck Finn helped a **** to get his freedom; and if I was ever to see anybody from that town again I'd be ready to get down and lick his boots for shame.  That's just the way:  a person does a low-down thing, and then he don't want to take no consequences of it. Thinks as long as he can hide it, it ain't no disgrace.  That was my fix exactly. The more I studied about this the more my conscience went to grinding me, and the more wicked and low-down and ornery I got to feeling. And at last, when it hit me all of a sudden that here was the plain hand of Providence slapping me in the face and letting me know my wickedness was being watched all the time from up there in heaven, whilst I was stealing a poor old woman's **** that hadn't ever done me no harm, and now was showing me there's One that's