Her Reputation by Talbot Mundy

"There is a destiny doth shape our ends," and destiny itself doubtless governed by intelligence whose vision comprehends the finished scheme. But the business of being shaped is often no more comfortable than a toad's under the harrow. One may imagine that the toad resents the teeth and lacks enthusiasm for high farming.

And so Jacqueline. She had time, while John Miro's sumptuous limousine devoured leagues of fog-wrapped road toward the mountains, to learn all over again what helplessness and dimness are, the fog and Consuelo seconding young human nature.