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XII. A Jonah Day

           ShelookedatAnthonyPye,andAnthonyPyelookedbackunabashedandunashamed.

           “Anthony,wasityou?”

           “Yes,itwas,”saidAnthonyinsolently.

           Annetookherpointerfromherdesk.Itwasalong,heavyhardwoodpointer.

           “Comehere,Anthony.”

           ItwasfarfrombeingthemostseverepunishmentAnthonyPyehadeverundergone.Anne,eventhestormy-souledAnneshewasatthatmoment,couldnothavepunishedanychildcruelly.ButthepointernippedkeenlyandfinallyAnthony’sbravadofailedhim;hewincedandthetearscametohiseyes.

           Anne,conscience-stricken,droppedthepointerandtoldAnthonytogotohisseat.Shesatdownatherdeskfeelingashamed,repentant,andbitterlymortified.Herquickangerwasgoneandshewouldhavegivenmuchtohavebeenabletoseekreliefintears.Soallherboastshadcometothis...shehadactuallywhippedoneofherpupils.HowJanewouldtriumph!AndhowMr.Harrisonwouldchuckle!Butworsethanthis,bitterestthoughtofall,shehadlostherlastchanceofwinningAnthonyPye.Neverwouldhelikehernow.

           Anne,bywhatsomebodyhascalled“aHerculaneumeffort,”keptbackhertearsuntilshegothomethatnight.Thensheshutherselfintheeastgableroomandweptallhershameandremorseanddisappointmentintoherpillows...weptsolongthatMarillagrewalarmed,invadedtheroom,andinsistedonknowingwhatthetroublewas.

           “Thetroubleis,I’vegotthingsthematterwithmyconscience,”sobbedAnne.“Oh,thishasbeensuchaJonahday,Marilla.I’msoashamedofmyself.IlostmytemperandwhippedAnthonyPye.

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