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It took a bit more argument, but at last she consented,
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She smelled of cinnamon and honey and the clean sweat of exertion, with an undertone of baby-scent, that paradoxical smell composed of spit-up milk, soft feces, and the ultimate cleanliness of fresh, smooth skin.
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petit James!
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women.
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I have noticed," she said slowly, "that time does not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children. It does not matter greatly how old the child is--in the blink of an eye, the mother can see the child"
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fact been no more than a small skirmish between the MacKenzies and a detachment of English troops on their way to join the main body of the army. Said army was even now assembling
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in her voice that
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The sort that make me want to take ye straight into the forest, far enough that no one will hear when I lay ye on the ground, lift your skirts, and split ye like a ripe peach," he said softly. "Aye?"
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With a sudden jerk of her bulky handbag, Claire Randall had bumped both whisky glasses off the table, showering Roger's lap and thighs with single malt whisky
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He cupped his heavy balls in one hand, the thumb moving up and down his exigent member in a slow and thoughtful manner. "On your knees, a nighean," he said softly. "Now."
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It's lucky ye're wed to a decrepit auld man, Sassenach, or ye'd be on your knees with your arse in the air this minute.
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Aye, verra good. Now then, if ye'll just put your hands above your head and seize the bedstead--" "You wouldn't!" I said, and then lowered my voice, with an involuntary glance toward the door. "Not with MacDonald just across the hall!" "Oh, I would," he assured me, "and the devil wi' MacDonald and a dozen more like him."
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Real danger had its own taste, vivid as lemon juice, by contrast with the weak lemonade of imagination.
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Bruce
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My own smile lingered as I watched her, and whispered to her sleep-deaf ears, as I had so many times before, "God, you are so like him."
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I write in bits and pieces, and glue them together, like a jigsaw puzzle.
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Let's go." Jamie's hand was firm on my arm, and I made no protest. Following Jared, guarded by the sailors, we stole away from the quay, surreptitious as though we had started the fire." --
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Whereas," I chipped in, leaning forward and raising my own voice enough to be heard over the clop and creak of the horses, "if harm comes to them because of some man, the satisfaction of blaming him will be adequate compensation?"
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small bottle of penicillin tablets.
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So I reached down into my workbasket, took my wee knife from its sheath, and went for his balls,
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gruff. He jerked his head at his
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you just said that you suspect my husband of wanting to
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a marriage is made not in ritual or in words but in the living of it.
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nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti," he babbled, crossing"
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Mr. Farquard Campbell," the butler said quietly, and stood back against the wall."
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reached out and squeezed Fiona's hand. She
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along. It was a week after we had set out, in a
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Claire. To feel the small bones of your neck beneath my hands, and that fine, thin skin on your breasts and your arms ... Lord, you are my wife, whom I cherish and I love wi' all my life, and still I want to kiss ye hard enough to bruise your tender lips, and see the marks of my fingers on your skin.
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shove that filthy spike
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But he wouldna do it. John." He looked up then, and gave me a crooked smile. "He loved me, he said. And if I couldna give him that in return--and he kent I couldn't--then he'd not take counterfeit for true coin." He shook himself, hard, like a dog coming out of the water. "No. A man who would say such a thing is not one who'd bugger a child for the sake of his father's bonny blue eyes, I'll tell ye that for certain, Sassenach."
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I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.
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Took his lug and a wee bit o' the side of his face, as well. Not that it will ha' impaired his beauty ower-much, the ugly wee pusbag.
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peregrinations
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river among most boatmen, I thought.
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mouth worked a little, but he shook his head. "I ... no. Perhaps " --
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I suppose so." An oath was an oath, though I rather wondered if Hippocrates ever ran into this sort of situation himself. Possibly he did; the ancient Greeks were a violent lot, too. The"
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William coughed and broke the seal. As usual, the note occupied less than a page and included neither salutation nor closing, Uncle Hal's opinion being that since the letter had a direction upon it, the intended recipient was obvious, the seal indicated plainly who had written it, and he did not waste his time in writing to fools. Adam
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into a wolf?" The wary dislike stamped"
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Castle Leoch. Well, at least now I knew where I was. When I had known it, Castle Leoch was a picturesque ruin, some thirty miles north of Bargrennan. It was considerably more picturesque now, what with the pigs rooting under the walls of the keep and the pervasive smell of raw sewage. I was beginning to accept the impossible idea that I was, most likely, somewhere in the eighteenth century.
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greet a
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Come on!" he said, grunting as he shifted the Chinaman's slippery form for a better grip. "They'll be after us any moment!"
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Robbie," Jamie assured him. "What's to do, then?" McGillivray, who"
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Live with Highlanders long enough, and every damn rock and tree meant something! Perhaps
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