You have hurt mine worse than they were ever hurt before even by Mrs.Thomas' intoxicated husband.

And I'll NEVER forgive you for it, never, never!" Stamp! Stamp! "Did anybody ever see such a temper!" exclaimed the horrified Mrs.
Rachel.
"Anne go to your room and stay there until I come up," said Marilla, recovering her powers of speech with difficulty.
Anne, bursting into tears, rushed to the hall door, slammed it until the tins on the porch wall outside rattled in sympathy, and fled through the hall and up the stairs like a whirlwind.

A subdued slam above told that the door of the east gable had been shut with equal vehemence.
"Well, I don't envy you your job bringing THAT up, Marilla," said Mrs.
Rachel with unspeakable solemnity.
Marilla opened her lips to say she knew not what of apology or deprecation.

What she did say was a surprise to herself then and ever afterwards.
"You shouldn't have twitted her about her looks, Rachel." "Marilla Cuthbert, you don't mean to say that you are upholding her in such a terrible display of temper as we've just seen ?" demanded Mrs.
Rachel indignantly.
"No," said Marilla slowly, "I'm not trying to excuse her.

She's been very naughty and I'll have to give her a talking to about it.