I'm going to die; I suspect that my end is very near if you will not hold out a helping hand; I foresee the vengeance of my own people....

Guard me, Ulysses! Do not make me go back ashore; I am afraid....

So safe I shall feel here at your side!..." Fear, sure enough, was reflected in her eyes as she recalled the last months of her life in Barcelona.
"The doctor is my enemy....

She who protected me so in other times abandons me now like an old shoe that it is necessary to get rid of.

I am positive that her superior officers have condemned me...." She shuddered on remembering the doctor's wrath when on her return from one of her trips she learned of the death of her faithful Karl.