Freya was no longer living!...

He was no longer running the danger of seeing her appear on his ship at whatever port he might touch!...
The duality of his sentiments again surged up with violent contradiction.
"It was a good thing!" said the sailor, "how many men have died through her fault!...

Her execution was inevitable.

The sea must be cleared of such bandits." And at the same time the remembrance of the delights of Naples, of that long imprisonment in a harem pervaded with unlimited sensuousness was reborn in his mind.

He saw her in all the majesty of her marvelous body, just as when she was dancing or leaping from side to side of the old salon.