She had no energy to find a way to combat her fate, if such a way were possible.

A dim thought of smashing a window and hurling herself through it gave her only a shudder of repulsion.

She lacked strength for such a desperate attempt.
On, on, on.

Would the dreary journey never end?
How long must she sit and suffer before she could know her fate, or at least find some explanation of the dreadful mystery of this wild midnight ride?
At last, when she had settled down to dull despair, the car came to a paved road and began to move more slowly.

It even stopped once or twice, as if the driver was not sure of his way.