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“
Anne
,
”
with
greater
severity
,
“
get
off
that
bed
this
minute
and
listen
to
what
I
have
to
say
to
you
.
”
Anne
squirmed
off
the
bed
and
sat
rigidly
on
a
chair
beside
it
,
her
face
swollen
and
tear
-
stained
and
her
eyes
fixed
stubbornly
on
the
floor
.
“
This
is
a
nice
way
for
you
to
behave
.
Anne
!
Aren
’
t
you
ashamed
of
yourself
?
”
“
She
hadn
’
t
any
right
to
call
me
ugly
and
redheaded
,
”
retorted
Anne
,
evasive
and
defiant
.
“
You
hadn
’
t
any
right
to
fly
into
such
a
fury
and
talk
the
way
you
did
to
her
,
Anne
.
I
was
ashamed
of
you
—
thoroughly
ashamed
of
you
.
I
wanted
you
to
behave
nicely
to
Mrs
.
Lynde
,
and
instead
of
that
you
have
disgraced
me
.
I
’
m
sure
I
don
’
t
know
why
you
should
lose
your
temper
like
that
just
because
Mrs
.
Lynde
said
you
were
red
-
haired
and
homely
.
You
say
it
yourself
often
enough
.
”
“
Oh
,
but
there
’
s
such
a
difference
between
saying
a
thing
yourself
and
hearing
other
people
say
it
,
”
wailed
Anne
.
“
You
may
know
a
thing
is
so
,
but
you
can
’
t
help
hoping
other
people
don
’
t
quite
think
it
is
.
I
suppose
you
think
I
have
an
awful
temper
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
.
When
she
said
those
things
something
just
rose
right
up
in
me
and
choked
me
.
I
had
to
fly
out
at
her
.
”
“
Well
,
you
made
a
fine
exhibition
of
yourself
I
must
say
.
Mrs
.
Lynde
will
have
a
nice
story
to
tell
about
you
everywhere
—
and
she
’
ll
tell
it
,
too
.
It
was
a
dreadful
thing
for
you
to
lose
your
temper
like
that
,
Anne
.
”
“
Just
imagine
how
you
would
feel
if
somebody
told
you
to
your
face
that
you
were
skinny
and
ugly
,
”
pleaded
Anne
tearfully
.
An
old
remembrance
suddenly
rose
up
before
Marilla
.
She
had
been
a
very
small
child
when
she
had
heard
one
aunt
say
of
her
to
another
,
“
What
a
pity
she
is
such
a
dark
,
homely
little
thing
.
”
Marilla
was
every
day
of
fifty
before
the
sting
had
gone
out
of
that
memory
.
