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That
was
dreadful
.
It
would
have
been
bad
enough
to
go
to
her
seat
,
and
see
the
pitying
faces
of
her
friends
,
or
the
satisfied
ones
of
her
few
enemies
,
but
to
face
the
whole
school
,
with
that
shame
fresh
upon
her
,
seemed
impossible
,
and
for
a
second
she
felt
as
if
she
could
only
drop
down
where
she
stood
,
and
break
her
heart
with
crying
.
A
bitter
sense
of
wrong
and
the
thought
of
Jenny
Snow
helped
her
to
bear
it
,
and
,
taking
the
ignominious
place
,
she
fixed
her
eyes
on
the
stove
funnel
above
what
now
seemed
a
sea
of
faces
,
and
stood
there
,
so
motionless
and
white
that
the
girls
found
it
hard
to
study
with
that
pathetic
figure
before
them
.
During
the
fifteen
minutes
that
followed
,
the
proud
and
sensitive
little
girl
suffered
a
shame
and
pain
which
she
never
forgot
.
To
others
it
might
seem
a
ludicrous
or
trivial
affair
,
but
to
her
it
was
a
hard
experience
,
for
during
the
twelve
years
of
her
life
she
had
been
governed
by
love
alone
,
and
a
blow
of
that
sort
had
never
touched
her
before
.
The
smart
of
her
hand
and
the
ache
of
her
heart
were
forgotten
in
the
sting
of
the
thought
,
"
I
shall
have
to
tell
at
home
,
and
they
will
be
so
disappointed
in
me
!
"
The
fifteen
minutes
seemed
an
hour
,
but
they
came
to
an
end
at
last
,
and
the
word
‘
Recess
!
’
had
never
seemed
so
welcome
to
her
before
.
"
You
can
go
,
Miss
March
,
"
said
Mr
.
Davis
,
looking
,
as
he
felt
,
uncomfortable
.
He
did
not
soon
forget
the
reproachful
glance
Amy
gave
him
,
as
she
went
,
without
a
word
to
anyone
,
straight
into
the
anteroom
,
snatched
her
things
,
and
left
the
place
"
forever
,
"
as
she
passionately
declared
to
herself
.
She
was
in
a
sad
state
when
she
got
home
,
and
when
the
older
girls
arrived
,
some
time
later
,
an
indignation
meeting
was
held
at
once
.
Mrs
.
March
did
not
say
much
but
looked
disturbed
,
and
comforted
her
afflicted
little
daughter
in
her
tenderest
manner
.
Meg
bathed
the
insulted
hand
with
glycerine
and
tears
,
Beth
felt
that
even
her
beloved
kittens
would
fail
as
a
balm
for
griefs
like
this
,
Jo
wrathfully
proposed
that
Mr
.
Davis
be
arrested
without
delay
,
and
Hannah
shook
her
fist
at
the
‘
villain
’
and
pounded
potatoes
for
dinner
as
if
she
had
him
under
her
pestle
.
No
notice
was
taken
of
Amy
’
s
flight
,
except
by
her
mates
,
but
the
sharp
-
eyed
demoiselles
discovered
that
Mr
.
Davis
was
quite
benignant
in
the
afternoon
,
also
unusually
nervous
.
Just
before
school
closed
,
Jo
appeared
,
wearing
a
grim
expression
as
she
stalked
up
to
the
desk
,
and
delivered
a
letter
from
her
mother
,
then
collected
Amy
’
s
property
,
and
departed
,
carefully
scraping
the
mud
from
her
boots
on
the
door
mat
,
as
if
she
shook
the
dust
of
the
place
off
her
feet
.
"
Yes
,
you
can
have
a
vacation
from
school
,
but
I
want
you
to
study
a
little
every
day
with
Beth
,
"
said
Mrs
.
March
that
evening
.
"
I
don
’
t
approve
of
corporal
punishment
,
especially
for
girls
.
I
dislike
Mr
.
Davis
’
s
manner
of
teaching
and
don
’
t
think
the
girls
you
associate
with
are
doing
you
any
good
,
so
I
shall
ask
your
father
’
s
advice
before
I
send
you
anywhere
else
.
"
"
That
’
s
good
!
I
wish
all
the
girls
would
leave
,
and
spoil
his
old
school
.
