Me she hated, because she was conscious of having injured me, because she knew that I held her in contempt, and because I had detected her in an illicit intercourse with the son of a neighbour.
The house in which I lived was no longer my own, nor even my father's.
Hitherto I had thought and acted in it with the freedom of a master; but now I was become, in my own conceptions, an alien and an enemy to the roof under which I was born.

Every tie which had bound me to it was dissolved or converted into something which repelled me to a distance from it.

I was a guest whose presence was borne with anger and impatience.
I was fully impressed with the necessity of removal, but I knew not whither to go, or what kind of subsistence to seek.

My father had been a Scottish emigrant, and had no kindred on this side of the ocean.

My mother's family lived in New Hampshire, and long separation had extinguished all the rights of relationship in her offspring.