Anne stood there the rest of the afternoon with that legend above her . She did not cry or hang her head . Anger was still too hot in her heart for that and it sustained her amid all her agony of humiliation . With resentful eyes and passion-red cheeks she confronted alike Diana 's sympathetic gaze and Charlie Sloane 's indignant nods and Josie Pye 's malicious smiles . As for Gilbert Blythe , she would not even look at him . She would NEVER look at him again ! She would never speak to him !! When school was dismissed Anne marched out with her red head held high . Gilbert Blythe tried to intercept her at the porch door . `` I 'm awfully sorry I made fun of your hair , Anne , '' he whispered contritely . `` Honest I am . Do n't be mad for keeps , now . '' Anne swept by disdainfully , without look or sign of hearing . `` Oh how could you , Anne ? '' breathed Diana as they went down the road half reproachfully , half admiringly . Diana felt that SHE could never have resisted Gilbert 's plea . `` I shall never forgive Gilbert Blythe , '' said Anne firmly . `` And Mr. Phillips spelled my name without an e , too . The iron has entered into my soul , Diana . '' Diana had n't the least idea what Anne meant but she understood it was something terrible .
`` You must n't mind Gilbert making fun XXXXX your hair , '' she said soothingly .
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