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| 58e7f27 | He sighed, but smiled to let me know he didn't mind the question. "If you really must know, I have for many years enjoyed a physical relationship with my cook." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9c4e06f | John himself seemed to be considering the matter, lips pursed. He had a heavy beard, I saw; the blond stubble softened his features and at the same time gave me an odd feeling of strangeness--I had so seldom seen him less than perfectly shaved and groomed. "No. There is ... no sense of possession in it," he said finally." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9f5c882 | At the plantation," he said, ignoring me, "there is a large open space at the rear of the house. It was a small clearing at first, and over the years I have enlarged it and finally made a lawn of it, but the edge of the clearing runs up to the trees. In the evenings, quite often, deer come out of the forest to feed at the edges of the lawn. Now and then, though, I see a particular deer. It's white, I suppose, but it looks as though it's mad.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5e80ee9 | You, um, don't ... talk in bed?" I said, striving for delicacy. His mouth twitched, and he looked away. "No." We lay in silence for a few moments, examining the ceiling. "Have you ever?" I blurted. "Have I what?" "Had a lover that you talked to." He cut his eyes at me. "Yes. Perhaps not quite so frankly as I find myself talking to you, but, yes." He opened his mouth as though to say or ask something further, but instead breathed in, shut hi.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9fdef09 | The simple act of writing Fraser's name had given him a sense of connexion, and he realized that the desperate need for such connexion was what had driven him to write it. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5e12f7a | His heart was beating faster. Everett's perfume was his accustomed musk and myrrh; the scent of it conjured tumbled linens, and the touch of hard and knowing hands. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 00af428 | You underestimate your own merits, John--as always. Of course, nothing becomes manly virtue more than simple modesty. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0709e7a | Grey was still in his shirtsleeves; the rain had cut through the cloth to his flesh. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b2e201e | If you have ever experienced this type of unprofessional treatment, I doubt you would even consider giving them business in the future. Interrupting, ignoring, patronizing, or antagonizing a customer is like pouring gas on a fire and creates a more explosive situation than the original complaint. Still, it continues to happen every day, costing companies millions in lost revenue. | communication-skills customer-service-quotes healthy-conversation motivational-speaker-susan-young positive-first-impression-quotes quotes-by-susan-c-young relationship-quotes susanspeaks-com | Susan C. Young | |
| b0ede50 | John stood waiting, shivering, as the sound of hooves and voices went past. Who might it be? Not soldiers; there was no sound of brass, no jingling spurs or arms. The sounds faded, and Jamie turned back. He frowned, noticing for the first time that Grey was wet through, and, taking the cloak from his shoulders, wrapped it round him. The cloak was damp, too, but made of wool, and Jamie's body heat lingered in it. Grey closed his eyes for an .. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 94fdb0e | To my surprise, it was Lord John. But a Lord John I had never seen before. He was not so much disheveled as shattered, everything in order save his face. "What?" I said, deeply alarmed. "What's happened?" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| bfa4fbf | Dialogue doesn't take place in a vacuum. Dialogue is contradictory, in that it can either speed up or slow down a passage. | sex writing | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 40a53cd | Euterpe," he blurted, and I stopped dead, jarred to the backbone. "What?" I whispered. "What?" "Lost," he said, in a voice that wasn't his own. "Lost. With all hands." "No," I said, trying for reason. "No, it's not." He looked at me directly then, for the first time, and seized me by the forearm. "Listen to me," he said, and the pressure of his fingers terrified me. I tried to jerk away but couldn't. "Listen," he said again. "I heard it thi.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4f043a2 | He took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and commended his soul to God. "I have had carnal knowledge of your wife," he blurted. He had expected to die more or less instantaneously upon this utterance, but everything continued just as usual. Birds continued chirping in the trees, and the rip and slobber of the horses champing grass was the only sound above that of the rushing water. He opened one eye to find Jamie Fraser standing there regardin.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 7bb0935 | Grey took three steps back and watched as two little boys rushed out of the crowd, their faces bloated with fright, and ran off up the street. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 24744e6 | May I come in? I wish to talk to you." "Yes, I suppose you do." If I hadn't known both his fathers, I would have marveled at his ability to suppress the rage and confusion he had so clearly exhibited a quarter of a hour ago. Jamie did it by instinct, John by long experience--but both of them had an iron power of will, and whether William's was bred in the bone or acquired by example, he most assuredly had one. "Shall I send for something?" .. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3705671 | My father," he said abruptly. "Pa--Lord John, I mean. He knew--knows?" "Yes." Thin ice again. I didn't think he had any idea that Lord John had married Isobel principally for his sake--and Jamie's--but didn't want him going anywhere near the question of Lord John's motives." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 07479d7 | All of them," I said firmly, "all four of them; they wanted what was best for you." "Best for me," he repeated bleakly. "Right." His knuckles had gone white again, and he gave me a look through narrowed eyes that I recognized all too well: a Fraser about to go off with a bang. I also knew perfectly well that there was no way of stopping one from detonating but had a try anyway, putting out a hand to him. "William," I began. "Believe me--" ".. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 502089c | oh, wait." Turning, he seized the wig he'd taken off earlier from his desk and thrust it into Grey's hands. "Disguise," he said, and smiled briefly. "You rather take the eye, John. Best if people don't notice you on the street." He snatched up the hat and crammed it on his own bare head, then unlocked the door and pulled it open, impatiently gesturing Grey ahead of him." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| dee052f | THE WIG WOULD have been much too large, given Malcolm's round-headed resemblance to an oversize muskmelon, but Grey's own hair--yellow and noticeable, as Malcolm had so tactfully noted--was thick, and with it stuffed up inside the wig, the horsehair contrivance sat securely, if uncomfortably. He hoped that Malcolm didn't suffer from lice but forgot such minor concerns as he made his way through the throngs of people in the street outside La.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a45a0ff | I was of an age, after all, where ... Well, on the other hand, he presumably didn't have the same instinctive reactions that the majority of men did, in terms of feminine attractions. Which rather left open the question ... "Why?" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9b01315 | He was actually capable of dressing himself, though both he and Tom acted on the tacit assumption that he wasn't. But what he missed most at the moment was the sense of solemn ceremony that attended Tom's dressing him in full uniform. It was as though he assumed a different persona with scarlet coat and gold lace, Tom's respect giving him belief in his own authority, as though he put on not only uniform but armor and office. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| da7b4a7 | You don't mind, if he ... takes other lovers? Or he you, come to that? | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 36cba45 | It occurred to me--belatedly, as so many things did these days--that John's intimate memories belonged to him, as well. "I didn't mean to pry," I said apologetically. He smiled faintly, but with real humor. "I am flattered, madam, that you should entertain an interest in me. I know many more ... conventional marriages in which the partners remain by preference in complete ignorance of each other's thoughts and histories." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b13b6b1 | Grey was modest about his own endowments, but also honest enough to admit that he possessed some and that his person was reasonably attractive to women. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e2c2c63 | This certainly isn't the first time you've slept--I do mean slept with--a woman, is it?" I asked. He had been married, though I seemed to recall that he had spent much of his married life living separately from his wife. He pursed his lips thoughtfully, as though trying to recall. "Well, no. I do think it may be the first time I've done it entirely voluntarily, though." "Oh, I am flattered!" He glanced at me, smiling slightly. "So you shoul.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 34a503d | Delay for a few seconds longer, Mr. Fraser, and you may well go back to being dead." John had gone to the window, peering down into the street. He turned, and I saw that his face was pale but glowing like a candle. "Aye? They were a bit faster than I thought, then," Jamie said ruefully, going to look out. He turned from the window and smiled. "It's good to see ye, John--if only for the moment." John's answering smile lit his eyes. He reache.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c254884 | Mother Claire! Where's Papa? There are--" He had seized me by the arms as I reeled backward, but his concern for me was superseded by a sound from the hall beyond the landing. He glanced toward the sound--then let go of me, his eyes bulging. Jamie stood at the end of the hall, some ten feet away; John stood beside him, white as a sheet, and his eyes bulging as much as Willie's were. This resemblance to Willie, striking as it was, was comple.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 98c3843 | Some dim instinct said he should step forward, raise his own voice, assert his authority, sort this. He turned and walked away. He wasn't in uniform, he told himself. They wouldn't listen, would be confused, he might do more harm than good. But he wasn't in the habit of lying to himself, and dropped that line of argument at once. He'd lost people before. Some of them dearly loved, more than life itself. But now he'd lost himself. He walked .. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 643df13 | He set off toward Walnut Street, no longer numb. He felt once more himself, strong and determined. There was, after all, one more service he might perform for Jamie Fraser. "You must marry me," he repeated." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 23cb9c3 | You can't possibly have said what I think you said." "Indeed I did," he said, his normal dry edge returning." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ac4884e | I know I'm shocked," I told him, "but I'm sure I'm neither delusional nor hearing things. Why the bloody hell are you saying that, for God's sake?!" I rose abruptly, wanting to strike him. He saw it and took a smart step back." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6b8fe4a | You are going to marry me," he said, a fierce edge in his voice. "Are you aware that you are about to be arrested as a spy?" "I--no." I sat down again, as abruptly as I'd stood up. "What ... why?" "You would know that better than I would," he said coldly." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a4632ed | Even if that were true," I said, struggling to keep my own voice level, "why the bloody hell would I marry you? Let alone why you would want to marry me, which I don't believe for an instant." "Believe it," he advised me briefly. "I will do it because it is the last service I can render Jamie Fraser. I can protect you; as my wife, no one can touch you. And you will do it because ..." He cast a bleak glance behind me, raising his chin, and I.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 57fc033 | I--yes. All right. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a1e3bd6 | When?" "Now," he said, and took my elbow. "There is no time to lose." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 31bfc29 | I found Lord John and William in the parlor, both of them a little flushed. "Mother Claire." Willie took my hand and gently kissed it. "Come and look. Papa has found something he thinks you will like. Come and see it," he repeated, drawing me gently toward the table. "It" was a large wooden chest, made of some expensive wood, banded in gold. I blinked at it and put out a hand to touch it. It looked rather like a cutlery safe but much bigger.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a73a50a | There must have been some sound that made me look up, but I wasn't aware of having raised my head. John Grey was standing in the doorway of my room. His neckcloth was missing and his shirt hung limp on his shoulders, wine spilled down the front of it. His hair was loose and tangled, and his eyes as red as mine. I stood up, slow, as though I were underwater. "I will not mourn him alone tonight," he said roughly, and closed the door." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c4ac178 | Well, you are a bit odd, aren't you?" I said tolerantly. "I don't really mind, though. What is it?" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 7d4034f | He gave me a look, strongly suggesting that if one of us was indeed odd, he didn't think it was himself. Gentlemanly instincts suppressed any remark he might have made to this effect, though. "Will you allow me to see you? Ah ... naked?" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 52e364d | You can take the Governor's pinnace; that's small, but it's seaworthy." Grey fumbled through the drawer of his desk. "I'll write an order for the dockers to hand it over to you." "Aye, we'll need the boat--I canna risk the Artemis; as she's Jared's--but I think we'd best steal it, John." Jamie's brows were drawn together in a frown. "I wouldna have ye be involved wi' me in any visible way, aye? You'll be having trouble enough with things, w.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4a5d9ce | For a friend, John," he said. "And if I'll take your friendship--and your damned boat!--then you'll take mine, and keep quiet. Aye?" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 717814c | It was as if there was a - it wasna a door, exactly, but a passageway of some kind - before me. And I could go through it, if I wanted. And I did want to," he said, giving me a sideways glance and a shy smile. He had known what lay behind him, too, and realized that for that moment, he could choose. Go forward - or turn back. "And that's when you asked me to touch you?" "I knew ye were the only thing that could bring me back," he "I didn't.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d903eb8 | It was as if there was a - it wasna a door, exactly, but a passageway of some kind - before me. And I could go through it, if I wanted. And I did want to," he said, giving me a sideways glance and a shy smile. He had known what lay behind him, too, and realized that for that moment, he could choose. Go forward - or turn back. "And that's when you asked me to touch you?" "I knew ye were the only thing that could bring me back," he said, "I .. | Diana Gabaldon |