I want to know . '' `` It 's something in you , Davy , that always tells you when you are doing wrong and makes you unhappy if you persist in doing it . Have n't you noticed that ? '' `` Yes , but I did n't know what it was . I wish I did n't have it . I 'd have lots more fun . Where is my conscience , Anne ? I want to know . Is it in my stomach ? '' `` No , it 's in your soul , '' answered Anne , thankful for the darkness , since gravity must be preserved in serious matters . `` I s ` pose I ca n't get clear of it then , '' said Davy with a sigh . `` Are you going to tell Marilla and Mrs. Lynde on me , Anne ? '' `` No , dear , I 'm not going to tell any one . You are sorry you were naughty , are n't you ? '' `` You bet ! '' `` And you 'll never be bad like that again . '' `` No , but -- '' added Davy cautiously , `` I might be bad some other way . '' `` You wo n't say naughty words , or run away on Sundays , or tell falsehoods to cover up your sins ? '' `` No . It does n't pay , '' said Davy .
`` Well , Davy , just tell God you are sorry and ask Him XXXXX forgive you . ''
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