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I sat down quietly in a corner with my glass of port, and kept quiet while Simon questioned Jamie once again about Charles Stuart's situation and prospects.
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He didn't speak for a bit, but his weight drew me closer, like a moon pulled near to its planet. I lay quiet, my hand on him, my hip against his--flesh of his flesh.
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lie first wi' you was as generous
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he looked over the jars. There was another customer in the shop, hovering near the counter, where tonics were dispensed and compounds
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lugubriously,
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chin--"and there it was. I near beshit myself."
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panes in an attempt to get a better look at
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The wind stirred the drying leaves of wild grapevines with a papery rustle behind me, and in the distance a murder of crows passed, squabbling in shrill cries.
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neighborhood--his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
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her small white dog Bouton hurrying at her heels to keep up. A far cry from the fluffy lapdogs so popular with the ladies of the Court, he looked vaguely like a cross between a poodle and a dachshund, with a rough, kinky coat whose fringes fluttered along the edges of a wide belly and stumpy, bowed legs. His feet, splay-toed and black-nailed, clicked frantically over the stones of the floor as he trotted after Mother Hildegarde, pointed muz..
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Drunk wi' power," he remarked disapprovingly to the ceiling. "Verra unwomanly attitude, that."
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conversation turned ineluctably toward
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How little you know of women, my love," I said."
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incongruous that he laughed. And then realized that there
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You--shoot him, can't you?" Jamie shrugged and, lifting the rifle to"
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During his time with the French army, years before, one of the sergeants had explained to the younger mercenaries the trick of falling asleep the night before a battle. "Make yourself comfortable, examine your conscience, and make a good Act of Contrition. Father Hugo says that in time of war, even if there is no priest to shrive you, your sins can be forgiven this way. Since you cannot commit sins while asleep--not even you, Simenon!--you ..
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sleep
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Mo nighean donn," he whispered, "mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart." "Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me, a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you." --
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Until we two be burned to ashes.
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The moon was beginning to rise when they set out, and a good thing, too, Brianna thought. Even with the big, lopsided gold orb sailing up out of a cradle of stars and shedding its borrowed radiance over the sky, the trail beneath their feet was invisible. So were their feet, drowned in the absolute black of the forest at night.
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Fois shiorruidh thoir dha," he echoed. God rest his soul."
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arm as
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Well," I said, "he drinks a bit. And he's rather fond of sheep. But he might remember the words to the wedding ceremony."
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Her maternal feelings were unlikely to be assuaged by hearing that the marriage had been performed in the middle of the night on a West Indian beach by a disgraced--if not actually defrocked--priest, witnessed by twenty-five seamen, ten French horses, a small flock of sheep--all gaily beribboned in honor of the occasion--and a King Charles spaniel, who added to the generally festive feeling by attempting to copulate with Murphy's wooden leg..
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the curious alchemy of cookery, that process of making the transfer of life from one being to another palatable.
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Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.
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his hesitation. "Is it a"
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He had them now, everyone warmed by the glow of good humor, attention attracted by the small flashes of gilt and glitter. Now they would follow him without flagging or complaint, along the path of logic and into the thickets of discussion. A certain tenseness left his neck as he felt the students' attention settle and fix on him.
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the frantic, reflexive Dear Lord, let it be all right of everyone facing crisis. Over time, either the crisis or the petitioner wears down, and prayer either ceases or ... the person praying starts to listen.
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Social prejudice is a strong force, but no match for simple competence when skill is in urgent demand and short supply.
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He shuddered, and for lack of any other notion, kissed her forehead. Her arms came up sudden as a snare and held him fiercely, pulling him down onto her again and he seized her, too, crushing her to him hard enough to feel the breath go out of her, unable to let go. He thought vaguely of Brianna's talk of giant orbs that whirled through space, the thing called gravity--and what was grave about it? He saw that well enough just now: a force s..
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small porch; wooden, but filled--mirabile dictu!--with
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met with you." "Captain Randall said you were stealing cattle," --
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intended to repel Evil, which are the constant Accompaniment to their Conversations with myself.
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I have been in perturbation of mind for days, debating whether I shall write it, and now, having written, whether to send it.
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I pulled the chemise off
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The shadows of the tombstones in the graveyard stretched out long and violet, and the sound of the flies buzzed in my ears, louder than the ringing of the shots that still came--were coming closer--to the frail barrier of the dead.
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I felt sick when I thought of the end--but I really wanted to remember how. How it felt, and how I did it, so maybe I can do it again, with Roger.
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Alive, and one. We are one, and while we love, death will never touch us.
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I had noticed before that to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to mingle with his and fold you both in a blanket of unconscious knowing. A throwback of some kind, I thought. In older, more primitive times (like these? asked another part of my mind), it was an act of trust to sleep in the presence of another person. If the trust was mutual, simple sleep could bring..
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All right. Go and find them. I'll come in the morning--at first light. Meet me where I found you, all right?" "Awright," she whispered, and laid a small white hand on his chest, just over his heart. "Sank you, Wiyum."
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Her entrance was greeted by a general outcry of cordiality that made her mildly ashamed of her cynicism.
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The implication was reasonably clear; I condemned him, and his minions would be round promptly to cut off my nipples and burn Jared's warehouse. I licked dry lips, cursing Louis. Why couldn't he just have wanted my body?
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grave's a fine and private place/But none, I think, do there embrace.
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Boston is by all Accounts a perfect Hellhole of republican Sentiment,
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