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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 28434d8 | Before you die, there must be nothing you have not experienced. When you die--and I shall be there--it will be an experience which no man has savoured. Guard your health, Mr Crawford. I should not like you to leave us too soon. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| f2008c2 | He had survived that. He would survive this. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 17f1546 | All your life you have resented control and brooked no hint of instruction or guidance. This time, your will is not paramount. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 189d05d | I told a lie. You must forgive me. I broke an oath, letting him perish. Should I have chosen him to survive, knowing his heritage? | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| ae36cbe | There is little you cannot already guess. You know now what you want. You are about to learn how to give. But the hardest lesson of all is accepting. Am I not right? | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 8bc112b | This man Jerott,' said Danny Hislop accusingly. 'You said he was middle-aged.' Jerott turned. 'I didn't,' said Adam Blacklock indignantly. 'I said he was stinking rich and cut his old allies dead in the street. I did not say he was middle-aged. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 1ce18f6 | She said peevishly, 'Do you consider I'm old enough to stop calling you Mr Crawford?' 'No,' said Mr Crawford shortly. 'What alternatives would you suggest? Master? Uncle?' 'That would certainly unsettle the Marechale, for one,' said Philippa more cheerfully. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 2ff4a5d | If you're going to marry the youth, I shan't touch him.' 'But you will be nasty to him,' said Philippa gloomily. 'You know you can't help it.' 'I shall probably be nasty to him,' Lymond agreed firmly. 'But I shan't touch him. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| a177f0a | Meanwhile Sir Wat Scott of Buccleuch was riding westward from Edinburgh, free at last of the Governor's councils, and leaving behind him his good friend Tom Erskine, a distraught smuggler, and a depressed pig. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| d357632 | And Lymond's bright, sardonic face, looking into hers, lost all its amusement; all its icy amiability; all its social charm. 'My dear sister in Christ, and mother in expectation, I may be what Buccleuch has called me: a harlot. But a discriminating harlot, my dear.' And, flashing out an arm, he snatched, lightly from below her labouring grasp, a fine glass vase of Sybilla's at her side. 'You don't sign your work twice,' he said softly. 'It'.. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 2667db1 | I have nothing to lose,' Marthe said. 'So nothing can harm me. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 10f3fe7 | For a moment no one spoke. Then Lymond got to his feet. 'I have a better idea. marry her,' he suggested. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 18f7b65 | Francis.... You are St Mary's. You and no other. It sounds trite, but it is precisely true. I don't know your secret. There is no spiritual bond between you and your company: no common faith, no rites, no rules of chivalry. How is it done?' 'Charm of personality,' said Lymond. 'Allied to a generous wage scale. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| b70f5dc | Lymond is back. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| ece8a5d | Andrew's a nice, gentlemanly lad, but his estate's been bled dry; and as for the ill-armed crew he calls followers--Man, they'd lay on a battlefield like dandruff. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 2106543 | There are those that want to take time and men to hunt down Lymond and his band of murderers; and those that demand that Culter should lead them as proof of his loyalty. But if Richard Crawford of Culter won't interfere; says he has better business to attend to and refuses flatly to hound down his brother baying like the Wild Jagd, that still doesn't make him a traitor. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 6a00413 | Nouvelle amour, nouvelle affection; nouvelles fleurs parmi l'herbe nouvelle. Tell Richard his bride has yet to meet her brother-in-law, her Sea-Catte, her Sea-Scorpion, beautiful in the breeding season. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 75f2c5c | And, long since ashore with his men and his booty, Crawford of Lymond, man of wit and crooked felicities, bred to luxury and heir to a fortune, rode off serenely to Midculter to break into his new sister-in-law's castle. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 93d4d72 | He's s o damned moral that he ought to be standing rear up under a Bo Tree. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 51baeaa | I grant," said Lady Buccleuch with a certain grim amusement, "that the pure springs of chivalry may be a little muddy in the Hawick area, but that's no proper excuse for calling his father an unprincipled old rogue, and every other peer in Scotland a traitorous scoundrel." | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 3cc6ef5 | Richard doesn't like me either," said the fair one sorrowfully. "But that's unmannerly rank for you. Do you like Richard?" "I'm married to him!" "That's why I asked. You don't believe in polyandry by any chance?" | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| ae45a35 | You are not being badgered; you are being invaded. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| a403e4f | I take back the more personal insults if you will take back your arm without putting it to impious uses. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 93d9ac3 | What had you expected? A viper, or a devil, or a ravening idiot; Milo with the ox on his shoulders, Angra-Mainyo prepared to do battle with Zoroaster, or the Golden Ass? Or didn't you know the family colouring? Richard hasn't got it. Poor Richard is merely Brown and fit to break bread with ... | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 282df40 | If you wish, you may run ahead screaming. It makes no difference now, although five minutes ago we were in something of a hurry ... the servants to be tied up ... the silver to collect ... Richard's personal hoard to recover from its usual cache. A man of iron habit, Richard. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| feebc8f | What do you want?" He considered. "Amusement, principally. Don't you think it's time my family shared in my misfortunes, as Christians should?" | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| dfb1b48 | I am trying to go back. I thought, believe it or not, that nothing could stop me from going back. I was wrong. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 86f9948 | Watch carefully. In forty formidable bosoms we are about to create a climacteric of emotion. In one short speech--or maybe two--I propose to steer your women through excitement, superiority, contempt and anger: we shall have a little drama; just, awful and poetic, spread with uncials and full, as the poet said, of fruit and seriosity. Will they thank me, I wonder? | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| d8a6671 | Mariotta, collecting her wits, produced the only deterrent she could think of. "Your mother is in there." He received this with tranquil pleasure. "Then one person at least should recognize me," Crawford of Lymond said, and pushed the door gently open for her to walk through." | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 0ca80ed | I am Hermes, Conductor of Souls. Come if you wish. Come if you dare. All things arise from Space and into Space they return: Space is the beginning and the final end. There isn't much of it here: watch your head on the newel-post. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 050fce4 | For carnal pleasure?' she said, and laughed wildly. 'Like unto Uranus and Gaea? It hadn't occurred to me. On the other hand, it is a gift of Francis's to fill his house with sons bred in incest. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 0e20226 | I do not exist. What you have in your hand is my death certificate. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 77f4fc7 | Words is but wind but dunts is the devil | words | Dorothy Dunnett | |
| 319da0d | This officer, but doubt, is callit deid. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 2bcc79c | He gave her his hand as she stepped up beside him. He said, 'I thought it was going to take twenty-five years.' 'It probably will,' Gelis said. 'But I thought I should like to spend them with you.' He | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 86dfdef | My God, said Francis Crawford in English, smiling cordially and shaking his hand. 'Caffa and purled lace and pinking, and a butt on him like one of Shah Mahmut th Ghaznerides' elephants. How is Marthe?' To his escort, he added blandly, in French, 'Forgive me. Mr Blyth and I are old acquaintances.' 'Don't apologize. M. le Prevot speaks English,' said Jerott coldly. 'So he does,' said Lymond thoughtfully. 'Remind me to tell him that the Shah .. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| cb7d949 | Whoever is unsupported by the Mystery of Love shall not achieve the grace of salvation. Whoever shall cast love aside shall lose everything. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 37950fd | None of that, however, concerned Buccleuch who was little troubled, if ever, with matters of right and wrong. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| a42a87b | Lord Culter watched them come. There was about him none of the mad abandon of the bridegroom. A sober, thickset figure with brown hair and reliable grey eyes, Richard Crawford in his thirties was a man of wealth and tried power. He waited, his face stony, and before Buccleuch opened his mouth, he spoke. "If it's about Lymond, don't trouble, Buccleuch." "It's about Lymond," said Sir Wat grimly, and let fly." | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 02ede46 | You promise food and horses and nonresistance and when they invade, you do or don't lick their boots according to the thickness of your walls and the kind of conscience you have. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 5fba590 | We've all those, and we've the rest, like yourself, who carry the throne on their backs from generation to generation--maybe just because you've so much at stake in Scotland that there's no other game worth the risk; still you do it. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| 5c14ded | It won't be a very good army because it'll have one eye on the Lothian lairds and one eye on the Douglases. And by God, Richard Crawford," ended Buccleuch with a growl that lifted the pigeons off the turrets, "if they've got to watch you too, there'll be a wheen of skelly-eyed Scotsmen at the Golden Gates in the next few weeks." | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| abd5419 | They expected to be fed; and Lady Buccleuch, for whom pregnancy spelled food, had already taken strategic foothold by the windows, where the cold dishes were ready laid. | Dorothy Dunnett | ||
| c895693 | Mime doesn't always mean comedy, my dear; far from it. | Dorothy Dunnett |