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I sniffed, wiped my nose, and took his arm as we
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I'd lived long enough to realize that fear wasn't usually fatal--at least not by itself.
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suppose--maybe medicines? They're covered,
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There's intelligence," Quarry said slowly. "And then there are other things. But perhaps you're too young to have seen hate and despair at close range. There's been a deal of it in Scotland, these last ten years." He tilted his head, surveying the new commander of Ardsmuir from his vantage point of fifteen years' seniority. Major Grey was young, no more than twenty-six, and with a fair-complexioned face and girlish lashes that made him look..
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ENTER A SERPENT
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Grey stood up as they came in, Azeel hovering protectively behind Rodrigo. The young man stopped, taking a deep breath before bowing deeply to the gentlemen. "Your...servant. Sah," he said to Grey, and then straightened, turned upon his axis, and repeated this process to the general, who watched him with a mixture of fascination and wariness. Every time he saw Rodrigo, Grey's heart was torn between regret for what the young man had once bee..
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June 16, 1778 The forest between Philadelphia and Valley Forge
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Highland Clans office,
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Mac had found him. A big hand had suddenly reached down and grabbed him, and the next minute he was lifted up, bruised and scraped and bleeding but clutched tight against the Scottish groom's rough shirt, strong arms holding him as though they'd never let him go.
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After all, who's going to look after all the sick folk, if your grannie's lying about in pieces?" F"
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I kept havin' terrible lewd dreams about ye, all the night long," he explained, twitching his breeks into better adjustment. "Every time I rolled over, I'd lie on my cock and wake up. It was awful." I burst out laughing, and he affected to look injured, though I could see reluctant amusement behind it. "Well, you can laugh, Sassenach," he said. "Ye havena got one to trouble ye." "Yes, and a great relief it is, too," I assured him."
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But it was something to do with the paintings ...
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Come to think, perhaps being nearly killed wasn't always a misfortune--so long as you didn't actually die of it.
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I told them I'd had a nightmare - well, I had, in a way - but it caused the hell of a stramash, what wi' the bairns shriekin', and Ian choking in the corner, and Mrs. Murray sittin' bolt upright in bed, sayin' "Who, who?" like a wee fat owl.' I"
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Thank ye, John," he said. "I hadna time to say it earlier. I'm verra grateful to ye." "Thank me? It was hardly my choice. You abducted me at gunpoint." Jamie smiled; the tension of the last hour had eased, and with it the lines of his face. "Not that. For taking care of Claire, I mean." "Claire," he repeated. "Ah. Yes. That." "Aye, that," Jamie said patiently, and bent a little to peer at him in concern. "Are ye quite well, John? Ye look a ..
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Grey seized him by the shoulders, seeking to ease him back. "Henry, my dear. Do forgive me. I didn't mean--"
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INCIPIENT THUNDER
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I said I don't propose to die," William assured him. "And I don't need help."
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The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy
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Hello, the house!" she"
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What I said to ye, before ... that I kent ye loved me--
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What I say to thee now is that I do love thee. And if thee hunts at night, thee will come home.
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And sleep at thy feet," Ian whispered, and gathered her in with his one good arm, both of them blazing bright as day."
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Hasta ese entonces siempre habia creido que la tendencia a desmayarse de las mujeres del siglo dieciocho se debia a los corses apretados, Pero no, se debia a la estupidez de los hombres de aquel siglo.
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as usual in such matters, God's sense of humor trumped all imagination.
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Don't be afraid," he whispered into my hair. "There's the two of us now." I felt warm, soothed, and safe."
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To the last drop of my blood, mo duinne." "Mo duinne" I asked, a little disturbed by the intensity of this speech. (...) "It means 'my brown one.' " He raised a lock of hair to his lips and smiled, with a look in his eyes that started all the drops of my own blood chasing each other through my veins. "Mo duinne," he repeated, softly. "I have been longing to say that to you."
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I thought of telling him that his own touch seared my skin and filled my veins with fire. But I was already alight and glowing like a brand. I closed my eyes and felt the kindling touch move to cheek and temple, ear and neck, and shuddered as his hands dropped to my waist and drew me close.
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No. There were men there from all over the Highlands--from every clan, almost. Only a few men from each clan--remnants and ragtag. But the more in need of a chief, for all that." "And that's what you were to them?" I spoke gently, restraining the urge to smooth the line away with my fingers. "For lack of any better," he said, with the flicker of a smile. He had come from the bosom of family and tenants, from a strength that had sustained hi..
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No. There were men there from all over the Highlands--from every clan, almost. Only a few men from each clan--remnants and ragtag. But the more in need of a chief, for all that." "And that's what you were to them?" I spoke gently, restraining the urge to smooth the line away with my fingers. "For lack of any better," he said, with the flicker of a smile. He had come from the bosom of family and tenants, from a strength that had sustained hi..
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Jews are--" He made an equivocal gesture, palm flattened. "But they dinna really hunt them in France, or exile them anymore, and the captain says they dinna even arrest them, so long as they keep quiet." "And go on lending money to men in the government," Jamie said cynically. Ian looked at him, surprised, and Jamie gave him the I went to the Universite in Paris and ken more than you do smart-arse look, fairly sure that Ian wouldn't thump h..
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No!" shouted the prisoner, his voice rising above the others, anger lost in terror. "No, please! I told you all I--" There was a small sound, a hollow noise like a melon being kicked in, and the voice stopped. "Thrifty, our captain," Big Georges said, under his breath. "Why waste a bullet?" He took his hand off Ian's shoulder, shook his head, and knelt down to wash his hands. --"
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No great difference at all, perhaps. Was my future any more certain than hers? And did I not depend for my life upon a man bound to me--at least in part--by desire of my body? A
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No, there were differences. However unknown my future, it would be shared, and the bond between my man and me went much deeper than the flesh. Beyond all this was the one great difference, though--I had chosen to be there.
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Well, he is human. And perhaps he's not a monster yet.
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Well, I say it is the place of science only to observe," he said. "To seek cause where it may be found, but to realize that there are many things in the world for which no cause shall be found; not because it does not exist, but because we know too little to find it. It is not the place of science to insist on explanation--but only to observe, in hopes that the explanation will manifest itself."
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Snow was falling, and winter had come; the season of fire. Candles and hearth fire, that lovely, leaping paradox, that destruction contained but never tamed, held at a safe distance to warm and enchant, but always, still, with that small sense of danger.
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do feel free to call upon me. My discretion may be relied upon, I do assure you." He bowed quaintly from his saddle. "To the same extent as your loyalty to Colum MacKenzie?" I said, arching my brows. The small brown eyes met mine full on, and I saw both the cleverness and the humor that lurked in their faded depths. "Ah, weel," he said, without apology. "Worth a try."
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Sleeping under the moon and stars in the arms of a naked lover, the two of you cradled by furs and soft leaves, lulled by the gentle murmur of the chestnut trees and the far-off rumble of a waterfall, is terribly romantic. Sleeping under a crude lean-to, squashed into a soggy mass between a large, wet husband and an equally large, equally wet nephew, listening to rain thrump on the branches overhead while fending off the advances of a immen..
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I am improvising a brassiere," I said with dignity. "I don't mean to ride sidesaddle through the mountains wearing a dress, and if I'm not wearing stays, I don't mean my breasts to be joggling all the way, either. Most uncomfortable, joggling." "I daresay." He edged into the room and circled me at a cautious distance, eyeing my nether limbs with interest. "And what are those?" "Like them?" I put my hands on my hips, modeling the drawstring ..
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Malt does more than Milton can, to justify God's ways to man.
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Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink, For fellows whom it hurts to think.
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The humming noise disturbed him. It wasn't in his ears but in his body--under his skin, in his bones. It made the long bones of his arms and legs thrum like plucked strings, and itched in his blood, making him want constantly to scratch. Fiona couldn't hear it; he'd asked, to be sure she was safe before letting her help him. He
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I did sometimes wonder what he saw in you," he said, his tone deliberately light. "Jamie." "Oh, you did? How flattering." I sniffed, and blew my nose. "When he began to speak of you, both of us thought you dead," he pointed out. "And while you are undoubtedly a handsome woman, it was never of your looks that he spoke." To my surprise, he picked up my hand and held it lightly. "You have his courage," he said. That made me laugh, if only half..
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