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“
Come
here
,
Anthony
.
”
It
was
far
from
being
the
most
severe
punishment
Anthony
Pye
had
ever
undergone
.
Anne
,
even
the
stormy
-
souled
Anne
she
was
at
that
moment
,
could
not
have
punished
any
child
cruelly
.
But
the
pointer
nipped
keenly
and
finally
Anthony
’
s
bravado
failed
him
;
he
winced
and
the
tears
came
to
his
eyes
.
Anne
,
conscience
-
stricken
,
dropped
the
pointer
and
told
Anthony
to
go
to
his
seat
.
She
sat
down
at
her
desk
feeling
ashamed
,
repentant
,
and
bitterly
mortified
.
Her
quick
anger
was
gone
and
she
would
have
given
much
to
have
been
able
to
seek
relief
in
tears
.
So
all
her
boasts
had
come
to
this
.
.
.
she
had
actually
whipped
one
of
her
pupils
.
How
Jane
would
triumph
!
And
how
Mr
.
Harrison
would
chuckle
!
But
worse
than
this
,
bitterest
thought
of
all
,
she
had
lost
her
last
chance
of
winning
Anthony
Pye
.
Never
would
he
like
her
now
.
Anne
,
by
what
somebody
has
called
“
a
Herculaneum
effort
,
”
kept
back
her
tears
until
she
got
home
that
night
.
Then
she
shut
herself
in
the
east
gable
room
and
wept
all
her
shame
and
remorse
and
disappointment
into
her
pillows
.
.
.
wept
so
long
that
Marilla
grew
alarmed
,
invaded
the
room
,
and
insisted
on
knowing
what
the
trouble
was
.
“
The
trouble
is
,
I
’
ve
got
things
the
matter
with
my
conscience
,
”
sobbed
Anne
.
“
Oh
,
this
has
been
such
a
Jonah
day
,
Marilla
.
I
’
m
so
ashamed
of
myself
.
I
lost
my
temper
and
whipped
Anthony
Pye
.
”
“
I
’
m
glad
to
hear
it
,
”
said
Marilla
with
decision
.
“
It
’
s
what
you
should
have
done
long
ago
.
”
“
Oh
,
no
,
no
,
Marilla
.
And
I
don
’
t
see
how
I
can
ever
look
those
children
in
the
face
again
.
I
feel
that
I
have
humiliated
myself
to
the
very
dust
.
You
don
’
t
know
how
cross
and
hateful
and
horrid
I
was
.
I
can
’
t
forget
the
expression
in
Paul
Irving
’
s
eyes
.
.
.
he
looked
so
surprised
and
disappointed
.
Oh
,
Marilla
,
I
HAVE
tried
so
hard
to
be
patient
and
to
win
Anthony
’
s
liking
.
.
.
and
now
it
has
all
gone
for
nothing
.
”
Marilla
passed
her
hard
work
-
worn
hand
over
the
girl
’
s
glossy
,
tumbled
hair
with
a
wonderful
tenderness
.
When
Anne
’
s
sobs
grew
quieter
she
said
,
very
gently
for
her
,
“
You
take
things
too
much
to
heart
,
Anne
.
We
all
make
mistakes
.
.
.
but
people
forget
them
.
And
Jonah
days
come
to
everybody
.
As
for
Anthony
Pye
,
why
need
you
care
if
he
does
dislike
you
?
He
is
the
only
one
.
”
