If you could know my life!...

It is better that you do not know it; even I wish to ignore it.

I am happy only when I forget it....

Ferragut, my friend, bid me farewell, and do not cross my path again." But Ferragut protested as though she were proposing a cowardly thing to him.

Flee?
Loving her so much?
If she had enemies, she could rely upon him for her defense; if she wanted wealth, he wasn't a millionaire, but....
"Captain," interrupted Freya, "go back to your own people.