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I had noticed before that like some Protestants, Tom Christie regarded the Bible as being a document addressed specifically to himself and confided to his personal care for prudent distribution to the masses. Thus, he quite disliked hearing Catholics--i.e., Jamie--quoting casually from it. I had also noticed that Jamie was aware of this, and took every opportunity to make such quotes.
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as the door--we could not persuade her to enter the room again--and identify it as the cause of her distress." "I see," I said. I could envision the scene very well indeed, save for one point of paramount interest. "Do you happen to recall what he was wearing? Jamie?" Lawrence Stern looked"
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The only thing you can do--the only thing--is to try for the one who's in front of you. Act as though this one patient is the only person in the world--because to do otherwise is to lose that one, too. One at a time, that's all you can do. And you learn not to despair over all the ones you can't help, but only to do what you can.
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All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a
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And it was, as Dougal explained, convenient to the pillory, a homely wooden contraption that stood on a small stone plinth in the center of the square, adjacent to the wooden stake used--with thrifty economy of purpose--as whipping post, maypole, flagstaff and horse tether, depending upon requirements.
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came a day when the food
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Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach,' he said softly. 'I hope ye willna have cause yet to regret it.' The
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tri-gravida, well-nourished
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There were moments, of course. Those small spaces of time, too soon gone, when everything seems to stand still, and existence is balanced on a perfect point, like the moment of change between the dark and the light, when both and neither surround you. I
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It doesn't matter what happens; no matter where a child goes--how far or how long. Even if it's forever. You never lose them.
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What's that you two were shouting at each other?" He put his hands to his mouth and hooted, "GOOOOOON!" in a deep, echoing voice that made the others laugh. "Have ye never heard a war cry before?" Jamie asked, shaking his head at such ignorance. "Ye shout it in battle, to call your kin and your clan to your side." --
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accoucheur
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moments and revert to his normal swagger and talk, you
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Ye think of me, Jamie, and Jenny and Lallybroch. Ye'll not see us, but we'll be here nonetheless and thinking of you. Look up at night, and see the stars, and ken we see them, too." He"
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But some memories he seized, no matter how painful they were. The feel of his da's hands, hard on his arms, holding him steady. The guards had been taking him somewhere--he didn't recall and it didn't matter--when suddenly his da was there before him, in the yard of the prison, and he'd stepped forward fast when he saw Jamie, a look of joy and eagerness on his face, this blasted into shock the next moment, when he saw what they'd done to hi..
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But he found the wall of prayer a barricade between himself and the wicked sly thoughts and, closing his eyes briefly, felt his father walk beside him and Brian Fraser's last kiss soft as the wind on his cheek. --
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But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul,
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Eejit," Ian said. "What did ye tell her that for? Now she thinks ye're a Jew." Jamie's mouth fell open in shock. "What, me? How, then?" he demanded, looking down at himself. He'd meant his Highland dress, but Ian looked critically at him and shook his head."
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your face is my heart.
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Juniper, Pennyroyal, Lady's-vetch, ... and the squat
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She had disapproved, audibly, repeatedly, and eventually to my face, of my habit of going about with my head uncovered, it being her opinion that it was unseemly for a woman of my age not to wear either cap or kerch, reprehensible for the wife of a man of my husband's position--and furthermore, that only "backcountry sluts and women of low character" wore their hair loose upon their shoulders. I had laughed, ignored her, and given her a bot..
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Well, let them look, he thought, quelling the urge. It only matters if she's looking back, aye? He
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He meant it, but he bent his head to hers and took her mouth, so short of breath he must have hers, needing so urgently to join with her that he would do it in whatever way he might--hands, breath, mouth, arms; his thigh pressed between hers, opening her legs. Her hand lay flat against his chest, as though to push him off--then tightened convulsively, grasping shirt and flesh together. Her fingers dug deep in the muscle of his breast, and t..
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It was...hard. I didna call out, or let them see I was scairt, but I couldna keep my feet. Halfway through it, I fell into the post, just--just hangin' from the ropes, ken, wi' the blood...runnin' down my legs. They thought for a bit that I'd died--and Da must ha' thought so, too. They told me he put his hand to his head just then and made a wee noise, and then...he fell down.
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I thought I had not been out for long; I showed no symptoms of concussion or other ill effects from the blow, save a sore patch on the base of my skull. My captor, a man of few words, had responded to my questions, demands and acerbic remarks alike with the all-purpose Scottish noise which can best be rendered phonetically as "Mmmmphm." Had I been in any doubt as to him nationality, that sound alone would have been sufficient to remove it."
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my head from his shoulder and said, "Why did you ask me that"
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ran a hand softly down my back. "Mmm. Oh, nothing, really. Just, when I saw that chap outside, it occurred to me he might be"--he hesitated, tightening his hold"
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Why ... ye shameless skinflint! This is nay wake at all! Ye've meant to bury me wi' nothing but a crust o' bread and a drap o' wine for the sin-eater, and a wonder ye spared that! Nay doot ye'll thieve the winding claes from my corpse to make cloots for your snotty-nosed bairns, and where's my good brooch I said I wanted to be buried with?
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I canna fault your observations Sassenach.
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These were people like that. The ones who cared so terribly much--enough to risk everything, enough to change and do things. Most people aren't like that, you know. It isn't that they don't care, but that they don't care so greatly.
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thought. Lumpish. And the word came to me: feckless.
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I think there are times for men of peace--and a time for men of blood, as well.
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There are things ye maybe canna tell me, he had said. I willna ask ye, or force ye. But when ye do tell me something, let it be the truth. There is nothing between us now but respect, and respect has room for secrets, I think--but not for lies. I
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The impulse to touch a sleeping child never fades, no matter that the child is a good deal larger than her mother, and a woman - if a young one - in her own right.
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match
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wrong thing.
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perhaps Tryon will convince Husband that he's in earnest. If Hermon
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If you knew they were really balls of flaming gas, you could imagine them as van Gogh saw them, without difficulty ... and looking into that illuminated void, you understood why people have always looked up into the sky when talking to God. You need to feel the immensity of something very much bigger than yourself, and there it is--immeasurably vast, and always near at hand. Covering you. Help me, I said silently. I
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I suppose you must feel some bitterness against the historians," Roger ventured. "All the writers who got it wrong--made him out to be a hero. I mean, you can't go anywhere in the Highlands without seeing the Bonnie Prince on toffee tins and souvenir tourist mugs." Claire shook her head, gazing off in the distance. The evening mist was growing heavier, the bushes beginning to drip again from the tips of their leaves. "Not the historians. No..
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Well," I said, attempting a smile, "at least we know Frank is safe, after all." Jamie glowered down at me, ruddy brows nearly touching each other. "Damn Frank!" he said ferociously. "Damn all Randalls! Damn Jack Randall, and damn Mary Hawkins Randall, and damn Alex Randall--er, God rest his soul, I mean," he amended hastily, crossing himself. "I thought you didn't begrudge--" I started. He glared at me. "I lied." He grabbed me by the shou..
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thinking I meant to snatch this treat for myself, but I pushed
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I could know ye all my life, I think, and always love you. And
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And ... I couldn't bear to be alone and I couldn't bear for him to be alone and I more or less flung myself at him because I very much needed someone to touch me just then.
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All right," I said, waving the cup away and dabbing moisture very carefully from my lips. "I'm fine." I breathed shallowly, feeling my heart begin to slow down. "Well. So. At least now I know why you've been coming back from the Cherokee villages in such a state of-- off--" I felt an unhinged giggle rising, and bent over, moaning as I stifled it. "Oh, Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ. And here I thought it was thoughts of me, driving you mad with ..
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love
clairefraser
jamiefraser
outlander
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