It was no longer in her power to raise an alarm.
"Now bind her eyes, Sarah," said the voice.

"I'll secure her hands.
My pretty bird, it's of no use struggling.

You're safely and surely snared." Her eyes were bandaged, her hands bound, and Mollie sat utterly helpless and bewildered--a prisoner.
She could neither see, nor move, nor speak.

The hack was rattling at a fearful pace over the stony streets.

Its noise would have drowned her cries had it been in her power to utter any.
"Now, my dear Miss Dane," said that unknown voice, very close to her ear, and all at once, in French, "I'll answer all the questions I know you are dying to ask at this moment, and answer them truthfully.