Presentiment of her approaching death was making her tremble.
"I do not want to die, Ulysses!...

I am not old enough yet to die.

I adore my physical charm.

I am my own best lover and I am terrified at the thought that I might be shot." A phosphorescent light gleamed from her eyes and her teeth struck together with a chattering of terror.
"I do not want to die!" she repeated.

"There are moments in which I suspect that they are following me and closing me in....