"You have sworn that you will do for me whatever I ask you to do….
You do not wish to lose me forever."
Ulysses protested. 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!… From the day in which they had spoken together for the first time going to Paestum, he had guessed that what she had told him about her nationality was false.
"My mother was an Italian. I swear it…. But my father was not…."
She stopped a moment. The sailor listened to her with interest, with his back turned to the table.
"I am a German woman and …"