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.

Don't be mad for keeps, now." Anne swept by disdainfully, without look or sign of hearing.