I was very naughty toward you this afternoon, I admit it." She was embracing him, rubbing her mouth against his neck with a feline purr.

Before the captain could respond she continued with a childish voice: "My shark! My sea-wolf!--who has made me wait all these hours!...

Swear to me that you have not been unfaithful!...

I can perceive at once the trace of another woman." Sniffing his beard and face, her mouth approached the sailor's.
"No, you have not been unfaithful....

I still find my own perfume....
Oh, Ulysses! My hero!..." She kissed him with that absorbing kiss, which appeared to take all the life from him, obscuring his thoughts and annulling his will-power, making him tremble from head to foot.