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 . Jerome lifted his hat and bowed pleasantly as they drove past . Suddenly Harriet laughed out . Anne did not look back , but her face crimsoned darkly . Was that girl laughing at her ? She trembled with anger and a sharp , hurt feeling .
When she got home XXXXX night she sat a long while by her window .
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