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I didn't answer, occupied in dissolving the penicillin tablets in the vial of sterile water. I selected a glass barrel, fitted a needle, and pressed the tip through the rubber covering the mouth of the bottle. Holding it up to the light, I pulled back slowly on the plunger, watching the thick white liquid fill the barrel, checking for bubbles. Then pulling the needle free, I depressed the plunger slightly until a drop of liquid pearled from..
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Which one are you sleeping with, the baron or his sister?" Percy looked amused. "Both, on occasion." "Together?" The smile widened. His teeth were still good, Grey saw, though somewhat stained by wine. "Occasionally. Though Cecile--my wife--really prefers the attentions of her cousin Lucianne, and I myself prefer the attentions of the sub-gardener. Lovely man named Emile; he reminds me of you ... in your younger years. Slender, blond, muscu..
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What if, this time, you fall?
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prologue
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You are a rather remarkable woman," he said at last, in a level tone. "Indeed," I said, not looking up. "In what way?" He leaned back; I heard the rustle of his bedding. "You are neither circumspect nor circuitous. In fact, I don't believe I have ever met anyone more devastatingly straightforward--male or female." "Well, it's not by choice," I said. I came to the end of the thread and tucked it neatly into the ball. "I was born that way." "..
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For I give ye my spirit, 'til our life shall be done.
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I had come to the conclusion - based on experience - that the only real way of learning to write a novel was probably to write a novel.
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writing
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Brianna olhou para seu relogio, ainda surpresa em ve-lo ali. Ainda faltava meia hora. Se pudessem evitar derramamento de sangue ate... Um grito lancinante vindo de cima e ela fez uma careta. A ajudante, menos preparada, deixou cair sua prancheta de anotacoes com um gritinho. - MAMAE! - Jem, em tom de queixa. - O QUE FOI? - ela rugiu em resposta. - Estou OCUPADA! -Mas mamae! Mandy me BATEU! -veio o relato indignado do alto da escada. Erguend..
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The mere contemplation of revelation and the loss of its possibility, though, had shown him something important. Stephan von Namtzen both attracted and aroused him, but it was not because of his own undoubted physical qualities. It was, rather, the degree to which those qualities reminded Grey of James Fraser. Von Namtzen was nearly the same height as Fraser, a powerful man with broad shoulders, long legs, and an instantly commanding presen..
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of a musket ball embedded in his
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Uncomfortable, but safe,
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conscience as her lover. Her husband.
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I kept thinking--how should I tell ye everything, about Geneva, and Willie, and John--will ye know about John?
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Diana Gabaldon |
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He told me. About everything.
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Vain of his hair, which was blond and thick, he didn't commonly wear a wig, choosing instead to bind and powder his own for formal occasions. The present occasion wasn't formal in the least. With the advent of freshwater aboard, Tom had insisted upon washing Grey's hair that morning, and it was still spread loose upon his shoulders, though it had long since dried.
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The gate was shut, and he didn't bother fumbling for the latch but seized it with both hands and vaulted over, feeling an absurd rush of fierce pleasure in the feat.
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not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children.
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He recognized the first by his stooped shoulders and the way his head jutted forward, the second by his square, solid seat and his easy, one-handed way with the reins. "God be with ye, Englishman," he said. Whatever John Grey had thought of Jamie's announcement that he meant to court Betty Mitchell--Jamie grinned to himself at memory of Lord John's face, comically trying to suppress his astonishment in the name of courtesy--he'd brought Jam..
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There is nothing between us now but respect, and respect has room for secrets, I think--but not for lies.
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Grey!" he said, his tired face brightening. "Wherever did you spring from?" "Zeus's forehead, no doubt," Grey said."
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I knelt at Ellen's feet, as I kneel now by yours, And I swore to her by the name o' the threefold God, that I would follow ye always, to do your bidding, and guard your back, when ye became a man grown, and needing such service. Aye, lad. I do cherish ye as the son of my own loins.
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Grey's hair was like his mother's--fair, thick and slightly wavy, prone to disorder unless tightly constrained, which it always would be, if Tom Byrd was given his way.
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What had happened to him was permanent. John Grey had lost a wife--however he might have regarded her. It had taken courage of more than one kind to bring William here, and to send him off with Jamie. And I didn't suppose the bloody man could help having caught the measles.
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Might he ever see Jamie Fraser again? There was a good chance he would not. If chance did not kill him, cowardice might. The mania of confession was on him; best make the most of it. His quill had dried; he did not dip it again. I love you, he wrote, the strokes light and fast, making scarcely a mark upon the paper, with no ink. I wish it were not so. Then he rose, scooped up the scribbled papers, and, crushing them into a ball, threw them ..
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There was my acquaintance from the Porpoise; Lord John's blond hair was hidden under a formal wig tonight, but I recognized the fine, clear features and slight, muscular body at once. He stood a little apart from the other dignitaries, alone. Rumor had it that his wife had refused to leave England to accompany him to this posting.
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His most intimate keepsake was one that could not be lost or stolen, though. He flexed his left hand, where the thin white line of the letter "C"--carved a little crookedly, but still perfectly legible--showed on the mound at the base of his thumb. The "J" he had left on her would be likewise still visible, he supposed. He hoped."
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Jamie lingered awkwardly a moment, and then, as though suddenly making up his mind to it, stepped forward and bending down, cupped Grey's face between his hands.
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what he had learned himself by pain and grace? That only by forgiveness could she forget - and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.
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But Jamie lingered awkwardly a moment, and then, as though suddenly making up his mind to it, stepped forward and bending down, cupped Grey's face between his hands. Grey felt the big hands warm on the skin of his face, light and strong as the brush of an eagle's feather, and then Jamie Fraser's soft wide mouth touched his own. There was a fleeting impression of tenderness and strength held in check, the faint taste of ale and fresh-baked b..
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You'd think so, wouldn't you?" I said bleakly. "But I don't know, any more than you."
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I have been more fortunate than most, I suppose," he said quietly. "There was the one thing he would take from me." His expression softened as he looked down into the face of the boy in the palm of his hand. "And he has given me something most precious in return."
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Jamie's back was turned to me, but Lord John faced the hallway; he could have seen me easily, had he looked. He wasn't looking toward the hallway, though. He was staring at Jamie, and on his face was a look of such naked hunger that the blood rushed to my own cheeks when I saw it. I dropped my fan. I saw the Governor's head turn, startled at the sound. Then I was running down the hall, back toward the salon, my heartbeat drumming in my ears..
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My hands were cold, and I felt slightly sick. What in the name of God was going on? The Governor's shock at learning that I was Jamie's wife was now at least partially explained; that one glimpse of unguarded, painful yearning had told me exactly how matters stood on his side. Jamie was another question altogether.
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Did you regret it?" I asked. "Not taking him up on his offer, I mean?" "Ten thousand times, at the very least," he assured me, breaking into a rueful grin. "At the same time ... refusing him was one of the few acts of true nobility to which I would lay claim for myself. It's true, you know," he added, "selflessness does carry its own reward--for if I had taken him, that would have destroyed forever what did exist between us. "To have given ..
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I would have sworn on Brianna's head that Jamie didn't; hadn't, couldn't, under any circumstances whatever. At least I would have sworn that before tonight. I closed my eyes, chest heaving, and tried not to think of what I had seen. I couldn't, of course. And yet, the more I thought of it, the more impossible it seemed.
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But if he knew Grey so intimately as to make what I had witnessed plausible in the name of friendship alone, then why had he not told me of him before? Why go to such lengths to see the man, as soon as he learned that Grey was in Jamaica?
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As I leaned against the wall, trembling in the shadows, the door to the Governor's quarters opened, and the Governor came out, returning to his party. His face was flushed and his eyes shone. I could at that moment easily have murdered him, had I anything more lethal than a hairpin to hand.
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The door opened again a few minutes later, and Jamie emerged, no more than six feet away. His mask of cool reserve was in place, but I knew him well enough to see the marks of a strong emotion under it. But while I could see it, I couldn't interpret it. Excitement? Apprehension? Fear and joy mingled? Something else? I had simply never seen him look that way before.
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Fraser was quiet, occasionally withdrawn--but he relaxed in the presence of horses, and Grey felt a small relaxation of his own tension in seeing it. He had arranged for Jamie's parole at Helwater because of the horses and the relative degree of freedom, and while he could not deceive himself that Jamie was content as a prisoner, at least he had some hope that he was not completely unhappy. Am I right to treat him thus? he wondered, watchin..
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One man, a Fraser of Lovat's regiment, escaped. "He meant to die on Culloden Field," Roger whispered, "But he didn't."
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I knew too well that deadness of heart; the sense of sleepwalking through days and lying open-eyed at night, finding no rest, knowing only emptiness that was not peace.
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You, of all people, must appreciate the force of the Hieland charge!" Jamie looked up at that, and regarded MacDonald for a long moment before replying. "Aye, well. Ye were behind the cannon at Culloden, Donald. I was in front of them. With a sword in my hand."
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Ian, your Latin would disgrace a dog! And as for the rest, ye havena got enough understanding of Greek to tell the difference between water and wine!" "If they're drinkin' it, it's not water," --
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And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed.
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Jamie," I said, suddenly thinking of something, "do you speak German?" "Eh? Oh, aye,"
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