She could not have endured to reap any benefit from what she now regarded as a sin.

She had borne her punishment, she had garnered her experience.

And now she walked once more with unshackled feet; and though all her life she would carry the marks of the chain that had galled her she had travelled far enough to realize and be thankful for her liberty.
The train rattled on through the night.

Anxiety came, wraith-like at first, drifting into her busy brain.

She had hardly had time to be anxious in the rush of preparation and departure.