I don't want to have my life saved any more.

I think it's dreadful to have men chasing me all over the world.

I'm afraid to stop in Italy, and I'm afraid to go back to England.

Then I'm always afraid of that dreadful American.

I suppose it's no use for me to go to the Holy Land, or Egypt, or Australia; for then my life would be saved by an Arab, or a New Zealander.