It meant to her at present not so much the loss of a familiar figure as the sudden juggling, by an outside future, of all the regular incidents and scenes of her daily life, as at a pantomime one sees by a transformation of the scenery, the tables, the chairs, and pictures the walls dance to an unexpected jig.

She was free, free, free--alone but free.

What form her life would take she did not know, what troubles and sorrows in the future there might be she did not care--to-morrow her life would begin.
Although unsentimental she was tender-hearted and affectionate, but now, for many years, her life with her father had been a daily battle of ever-increasing anger and bitterness.

It may be that once he had loved her; that had been in those days when she was not old enough to love him ...

since she had known him he had loved only money.