Anne took her pointer from her desk . It was a long , heavy hardwood pointer . `` 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 XXXXX with decision .
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