Her mouth, however, and her feet were free.

She started forward, and Adele Rossignol spoke sternly from the seat opposite.
"Keep still.

I am holding the flask in my hand.

If you scream, if you make a movement to escape, I shall fling the vitriol in your face," she said.
Celia shrank back, shivering.
"I won't! I won't!" she whispered piteously.

Her spirit was broken by the horrors of the night's adventure.