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"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.

"I don't say that I think Mrs. Lynde was exactly right in saying what she did to you, Anne," she admitted in a softer tone.

"Rachel is too outspoken.

But that is no excuse for such behavior on your part.

She was a stranger and an elderly person and my visitor-all three very good reasons why you should have been respectful to her.

You were rude and saucy and"-Marilla had a saving inspiration of punishment-"you must go to her and tell her you are very sorry for your bad temper and ask her to forgive you."

"I can never do that," said Anne determinedly and darkly. "You can punish me in any way you like, Marilla. You can shut me up in a dark, damp dungeon inhabited by snakes and toads and feed me only on bread and water and I shall not complain. But I cannot ask Mrs. Lynde to forgive me."

"We're not in the habit of shutting people up in dark damp dungeons," said Marilla drily, "especially as they're rather scarce in Avonlea. But apologize to Mrs. Lynde you must and shall and you'll stay here in your room until you can tell me you're willing to do it."

"I shall have to stay here forever then," said Anne mournfully, "because I can't tell Mrs. Lynde I'm sorry I said those things to her.

How can I? I'm NOT sorry.

I'm sorry I've vexed you; but I'm GLAD I told her just what I did.

It was a great satisfaction.

I can't say I'm sorry when I'm not, can I? I can't even IMAGINE I'm sorry."

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