Lose her ?...

He could not live without her.
"I know your former life; you have told me all about it....

You know nothing about me and you ought to know about me--now that I am really yours." The sailor nodded his head; nothing could be more just.
"I have deceived you, Ulysses.

I am not Italian." Ferragut smiled.

If that was all the deception consisted of!...