I feel a horrible fear.

I have so much to expiate!..." Little by little she had raised herself from the divan, and, while begging Ferragut's protection, was going toward him with outstretched arms; abject, and yet at the same time caressing, through that desire of seduction that always predominated over all her acts.
"Leave me!" shouted the sailor.

"Do not come near me....

Do not touch me!" He felt that same wrath that had made him so brutal in their interview in Barcelona.

He was greatly exasperated at the tenacity of this adventuress who, in addition to the tragic influence she had already exercised upon his life, was now trying to compromise him still further.
But a sentiment of cold compassion made him check his anger and speak with a certain kindness.
If she needed money in order to make her escape, he would give it to her without any haggling whatever.