She had no definite plans, except that.

Life henceforth must be filled with the bright shapes of comrades.

Life must be only pleasure.

Never again must sadness come near her.

A miraculous capacity for happiness seemed to fill her breast, expanding with the fierce desire for it, until under the closed lids tears stole out, and there, in the darkness, she held out her bare arms to the world--the kind, good, generous, warm-hearted world, which was waiting, just beyond her threshold, to welcome her and love her and companion her for ever..