But he only pulled up the window, closed the door again with a sharp click, and left her.

When she dared to breathe again the car was in motion.
She took no interest in her surroundings.

Her destination had become a matter of such secondary importance that she gave it no consideration whatever.

What mattered, all that mattered, was that she was now in the hands and absolutely at the mercy of the man whom she feared as she feared no one else on earth, the man with whom in her mad coquetry she had dared to trifle.
The car was stopping.

It came to a standstill almost imperceptibly, and Caryl stepped into the road.