I am soon going to die; my heart tells me so....

To die because of you!...

Perhaps some day you will weep on recalling that you might have saved me." Some one had intervened to force Freya from her rebellious standstill.
It was Caragol, solicited by the mate's imploring eyes.
His great hairy hands helped her to arise, without making her repeat the protest that had repelled Toni.

Conquered and bursting into tears, she appeared to yield to the paternal aid and counsel of the cook.
"Up now, my good lady!" said Caragol.

"A little more courage and don't cry any more....