She had a walk of nearly half an hour, which brought her at length to one of the streets of small lodging-houses which abound in this neighbourhood, and to a door which she opened with her latch-key.
She went upstairs.

Here two rooms were her home.

That which looked upon the street was furnished in the poor bare style which the exterior of the dwelling would have led one to expect.

A very hideous screen of coloured paper hid the fireplace, and in front of the small oblong mirror--cracked across one corner--which stood above the mantelpiece were divers ornaments such as one meets with in poor lodging-houses; certain pictures about the walls completed the effect of vulgarity.
Emily let herself sink upon the chintz-covered couch, and lay back, closing her eyes; she had thrown off her hat, but was too weary, too absent in thought, to remove her mantle.

Her face was as colourless as if she had fainted; she kept one hand pressed against her heart.
Unconsciously she had walked home with a very quick step, and quick movement caused her physical suffering.