You are a father who longs to avenge himself.

We are the real traitors:--I, who entangled you in the fatal adventure,--they, who pushed me toward you, in order to take advantage of your services." Their life in Naples surged up in her memory and she felt it necessary to explain her acts.
"You have not been able to understand me.

You are ignorant of the truth....

When I met you on the road to Paestum, you were a souvenir of my past, a fragment of my youth, of the time in which I knew the doctor only vaguely, and was not yet compromised in the service of 'information.'...

From the very beginning your love and enthusiasm made an impression upon me.