Night and day, all the natural and accustomed divisions of time, were gone for her.
She felt at the hands of her little watch, but found her mind confused--she could not remember whether it was the stem or the hinge which meant noon or midnight.
A thousand new doubts and fears of her newly created world assailing her, she felt rather than saw the flood of the sunlight when she stepped to the door gropingly, and stood, stick in hand, looking out.
Yes, that was the sun.

But it was hard to reason which way was north, which way lay the east, which was her home.
Home?
She had no home! These years, she had known no home but the single room which she had occupied with Annie Squires.

And now even that was gone.

And even if it were not gone, she had no means of going back to it--her money was almost exhausted.

And this black world was not the earth, this new covering of her soul was not life.