She could have married him years ago if she had wanted to -- everybody knew that ! At sunset she saw a buggy drive past her gate . Even at that distance she recognized Harriet Warren 's handsome , high-coloured profile . It was Jerome 's new buggy and Jerome was driving . The wheel spokes flashed in the sunlight as they crept up the hill . Perhaps they dazzled Anne 's eyes a little ; at least , for that or some other reason she dabbed her hand viciously over them as she turned sharply about and went upstairs . Octavia was practising her music lesson in the parlour below and singing in a sweet shrill voice . The hired men were laughing and talking in the yard . Anne slammed down her window and banged her door and then lay down on her bed ; she said her head ached . The Deep Meadows people were amused and made joking remarks to Anne , which she had to take amiably because she had no excuse for resenting them . In reality they stung her pride unendurably . When Jerome had gone she realized that she had no other intimate friend and that she was a very lonely woman whom nobody cared about . One night -- it was three weeks afterward -- she met Jerome and Harriet squarely . She was walking to church with Octavia , and they were driving in the opposite direction . Jerome had his new buggy and crimson lap robe . His horse 's coat shone like satin and had rosettes of crimson on his bridle . Jerome was dressed extremely well and looked quite young , with his round , ruddy , clean-shaven face and clear blue eyes . Harriet was sitting primly and consciously by his side ; she was a very handsome girl with bold eyes and was somewhat overdressed . She wore a big flowery hat and a white lace veil and looked at Anne with a supercilious smile . Anne felt dowdy and old ; she was very pale .
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