Freya guessed the presence of something beyond the influence of her caresses.
The following day his pensive reserve continued and she, well knowing the cause, tried to dissipate it with her words....
The torpedoing of defenseless steamers was only made on the coast of England.

They had to cut short, cost what it might, the source of supplies for that hated island.
"In the Mediterranean nothing of that kind will ever occur.

I can assure you of that....

The submarines will attack battleships only." And, as if fearing a reappearance of Ulysses' scruples, she redoubled her seductions on their afternoons of voluptuous imprisonment.

She was constantly devising new fascinations, that her lover might never be surfeited.