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He wrapped his arms about his
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Then he fell, badly, tumbling over rocks into a small hollow, bruising himself and knocking out all his wind. The fog had billowed over him, marching past, urgent in its hurry to engulf things, as he lay stunned and breathless in the bottom of his small declivity. Then he began to hear the rocks murmur all around him, and he'd crawled, then run, as fast as he could, screaming. Fell again, got up and went on running.
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box with me, so there was little I could
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newly-farrowed sow, but Ian had managed to lean in and
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are like sherry in crystal, and
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23 RETURN TO LEOCH
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She may be a good whore, but she's no hand at cards.
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Ye can stick your comfort straight up your arse, MacKenzie, and your goddamned stiff prick, too!
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Auntie, may I present my
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had no notion how much resemblance there was between what he was doing, and the original beliefs of the Iroquois,
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Here's tae us. Wha's like us?" "Damned few," she replied in broad Scots, "and they're all deid."
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My turn today--yours tomorrow. Thus passes the glory of the world.
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the medical way for a two-month voyage.
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whistle
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dresses fit you, I wonder?
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elbow. I had been without sleep for most of the last three days,
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Talkin' like dogs fightin'," he explained. "Grrrr! Wuff!" He growled, shaking his head in illustration like a dog worrying a rat, and I saw Fergus's shoulders shake in suppressed hilarity. "Scots for sure," I said, trying not to laugh."
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Silly woman," he said in Gaelic. "You have not the brain of a fly!" I caught the words for "foolish," and "clumsy," in the subsequent remarks, but quickly stopped listening. I closed my eyes and lost myself instead in the dreamy pleasure of having my hair rubbed dry and then combed out."
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How should I know?" Jamie said testily. "D'ye think I had anything to do wi' engaging midwives?" Mrs. Martin, the old midwife who had delivered all previous Murray children, had died--like so many others--during the famine in the year following Culloden. Mrs. Innes, the new midwife, was much younger; he hoped she had sufficient experience to know what she was doing."
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it was uncivilized to use physical force in order to make your point of view prevail.
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Jamie's face, already drawn and grim, grew somewhat grimmer at this question. The completest of landlubbers, he was not just prone to seasickness, but prostrated by it. He had been violently ill all the way from Inverness to Le Havre, though sea and weather had been quite calm. Now, some six hours later, safe ashore in Jared's warehouse by the quay, there was still a pale tinge to his lips and dark circles beneath his eyes.
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as strong as lust, was the desire simply to be taken, to have him master me, quell my doubts in a moment of rough usage, take me hard and swiftly enough to make me forget myself.
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Whatever they are, though, they must be exigent, to cause you to contemplate such drastic expedients." A slow smile grew on her lips, spreading into her eyes. "I really like the way you talk," she said."
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he thought perhaps it didn't matter that they faced in opposite directions--so long as they faced each other.
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THE MAN IN THE WOOD
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Don't fart above your arsehole.
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Ye'll ken the Declaration of Arbroath, will ye? Four hundred years since, it was our sires, our grandsires, who put their hands to these words: ... for as long as but a hundred of us remain alive, never will we on any conditions be brought under English rule." He stopped to steady his voice, then went on. "It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that we are fighting, but for freedom--for that alone, which no honest man gives u..
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Continentals on it," Lord John"
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Well, from what I have heard of the Scotch Highlanders, there is little to choose between them and the red men for barbarous conduct." "Nonsense," said Jamie, sounding not the least offended. "The red savages eat the hearts of their enemies, or so I have heard. I prefer a good dish of oatmeal parritch, myself." Bonnet made a noise, hastily stifled. " You are a Highlander? Well, I will say that for a barbarian, I have found ye passing civil,..
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it was an act of trust to sleep in the presence of another person. If the trust was mutual, simple sleep could bring you closer together than the joining of bodies.
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crossly.
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My Son-in-law astutely observes that a Man's sense of Morality tends to decrease as his Power increases,
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Can I help you?" She was middle height and very pretty. He had an overall impression of fine bones and white linen, topped with a wealth of curly brown hair in a sort of half-tamed chignon. And in the middle of it all, the most extraordinary pair of light eyes, just the color of well-aged sherry."
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With vivid memories of the last IRS form, I had signed, I agreed sympathetically that a two percent tax rate was a positive outrage, wondering to myself just what had become of the fiery spirit of American taxpayers over the intervening two hundred years.
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Randall! Of course!" Roger smacked himself on the forehead, and felt his cheeks grow hot at Brianna's giggle. "You're going to think me a complete fool, but I've only just realized who you are."
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Despite the disorder, he knew where the decanters were kept, and quickly had his guests supplied with whisky. He'd put quite a lot of soda in Brianna's, but noticed that she sipped at it as though her glass contained ant spray, rather than the best Glenfiddich single malt. Claire, who took her whisky neat by request, seemed to enjoy it much more.
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Eger olursem," diye fisildadi karanlikta. "Beni takip etme. Sen cocuklara lazimsin. Onlar icin kal. Ben beklerim." -Jamie."
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The ram, a huge wooly creature named Hughie, with testicles that hung nearly to the ground like wool-covered footballs, shouldered his massive way into the front rank with a loud and autocratic Bahh!
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She lifted the small stack of books from their wrappings, stroking the soft leather cover of the top one with a forefinger that trembled with delight. Jenny loved books with the same passion her brother reserved for horses.
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I thought perhaps I'd start on this project with a trip down to Broch Tuarach. It's in the same direction as the stone circle, so maybe
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His hair was not only long and glossily anointed with bear fat, but most resplendently dressed, with a high tail twisted up from the crown of his head and dropping down his back, ending in a dozen tiny braids decorated--like the rest of his costume--with wampum shell beads, glass beads, small brass bells, parakeet feathers, and a Chinese yen; God knew where he'd got that. Slung by his saddle, his newest and most prized possession--Jamie's r..
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The Crown doesna pick the wrong man to hang, Sassenach," he said. "More often than not, the man on the end of a rope deserves to be there. And I shouldna like to think I've helped a villain to go free."
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Actually, it wasn't bad," Claire said, surprisingly. "Mullein leaves are really very nice; quite as good as two-ply bathroom tissue. And in the winter or indoors, it was usually a bit of damp rag; not very sanitary, but comfortable enough." --
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no mistake.
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