These passages are particularly heart wrenching, speaking of how Anne gets through these trials, well aware she is alone, even in company:

CH. 10 -

"Anne's object was not to be in the way of anybody; and where the narrow paths across the fields made many separations necessary, to keep with her brother and sister."

And further on her solitary quotations to distract herself and being ignored -

"Anne could not immediately fall into a quotation again. The sweet scenes of autumn were for a while put by, unless some tender sonnet, fraught with the apt analogy of the declining year, with declining happiness, and the images of youth, and hope, and spring, all gone together, blessed her memory. She roused herself to say, as they struck by order into another path, ***"Is not this one of the ways to Winthrop?" But nobody heard, or, at least, nobody answered her.***"

Yet a little further on -

"Yes; he had done it. She was in the carriage, and felt that he had placed her there, that his will and his hands had done it, that she owed it to his perception of her fatigue,...This little circumstance seemed the completion of all that had gone before. ***She understood him. He could not forgive her, but he could not be unfeeling***....It was a remainder of former sentiment; it was an impulse of pure, though unacknowledged, friendship; it was a proof of his own warm and amiable heart, which she could not contemplate without emotions so compounded of pleasure and pain, that she knew not which prevailed." (shortened down)

Then she gets the benefit of listening to the talk of him marrying one of the Musgrove girls, jammed in there with nowhere to run or hide. Anne is constantly alone, no-one even asks her opinion on anything.