Each step she took seemed to be carrying her farther away from the few square yards of home the bed-sitting-room had represented under the dominion of the Cupps.

Every moment she recalled more strongly that it had been home--home.

Of course it had not been the third-floor back room so much as it had been the Cupps who made it so, who had regarded her as a sort of possession, who had liked to serve her, and had done it with actual affection.
"I shall have to find a new place," she kept saying.

"I shall have to go among quite strange people." She had suddenly a new sense of being without resource.

That was one of the proofs of the curious heaviness of the blow the simple occurrence was to her.