She was nearly desperate with longing, so sweet had been the first, intoxicating taste thereof.

For the first time she had seen life from the standpoint of the ordinary, happy girl, and the contrast to the life she knew had temporarily upset her equilibrium.

Her mother's treatment, harsh before, seemed unendurable now.

Her cheeks burned afresh with a fierce, intolerable shame.

No, no! She could never face it again.
She could not! She could not! Already her brief emancipation had begun to cost her dear.