When the subdued Octavia had gone , Anne tossed the broken eggshell out of the pantry window viciously enough . `` There 's no fool like an old fool . Jerome Irving always was an idiot . The idea of his going after Harriet Warren ! He 's old enough to be her father . And a Warren , too ! I 've seen the time an Irving would n't be seen on the same side of the road with a Warren . Well , anyhow , I do n't care , and he need n't suppose I will . It will be a relief not to have him hanging around any longer . '' It might have been a relief , but Anne felt strangely lonely as she walked home alone from prayer meeting the next night . Jerome had not been there . The Warrens were Methodists and Anne rightly guessed that he had gone to the Methodist prayer meeting at Cherry Valley . `` Dancing attendance on Harriet , '' she said to herself scornfully . When she got home she looked at her face in the glass more critically than she had done for years . Anne Stockard at her best had never been pretty . When young she had been called `` gawky . '' She was very tall and her figure was lank and angular . She had a long , pale face and dusky hair . Her eyes had been good -- a glimmering hazel , large and long-lashed . They were pretty yet , but the crow 's feet about them were plainly visible .
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