From the adventures of tom sawyer by mark twain

then her conscience reproached her, and she yearned to say something kind and loving; but she judged that this would be construed into a confession that she had been in the wrong, and discipline forbade that. so she kept silence, and went about her affairs with a troubled heart. tom sulked in a corner and exalted his woes. he knew that in her heart his aunt was on her knees to him, and he was morosely gratified by the consciousness of it. he would hang out no signals, he would take notice of none. he knew that a yearning glance fell upon him, now and then, through a film of tears, but he refused recognition of it. he pictured himself lying sick unto death and his aunt bending over him beseeching one little forgiving word, but he would turn his face to the wall, and die with that word unsaid. ah, how would she feel then? and he pictured himself brought home from the river, dead, with his curls all wet, and his sore heart at rest. how she would throw herself upon him, and how her tears would fall like rain, and her lips pray god to give her back her boy and she would never, never abuse him any more! but he would lie there cold and white and make no sign—a poor little sufferer, whose griefs were at an end. he so worked upon his feelings with the pathos of these dreams, that he had to keep swallowing, he was so like to choke; and his eyes swam in a blur of water, which overflowed when he winked, and ran down and trickled from the end of his nose. and such a luxury to him was this petting of his sorrows, that he could not bear to have any worldly cheeriness or any grating delight intrude upon it; it was too sacred for such contact; and so, presently, when his cousin mary danced in, all alive with the joy of seeing home again after an age-long visit of one week to the country, he got up and moved in clouds and darkness out at one door as she brought song and sunshine in at the other.

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how she would throw herself upon him, and how her tears would fall like rain, and her lips pray god to give her back her boy and she would never, never abuse him any more! but he would lie there cold and white and make no sign—a poor little sufferer, whose griefs were at an end.

these lines from the excerpt explicitly or directly state that tom's aunt has (4 points)

mistreated him

rescued him

apologized to him

forgiven him