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#1. The other men also disarmed, as was suitable in the house of God, leaving an impressively bristling pile of lethality in the back pew.
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#2. You've not been sleeping proper," Byrd said accusingly. "I can tell. You've been a-wallowing on your pillow; your hair's a right rat's nest!
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#3. It is strange," Mr. Willoughby said, and the air of reflection in his voice was echoed exactly by Jamie's, "but it was my joy of women that Second Wife saw and loved in my words. Yet by desiring to possess me - and my poems - she would have forever destroyed what she admired." Mr.
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#4. Ah?" he said, vaguely. "No, I dinna think so. Still," he said with a smile, pulling his attention suddenly back to her, "I wouldna be likely to. A young burke of sixteen's too taken up wi' his own grand self to pay much heed to what he thinks are naught but a rabble of snot-nosed bairns.
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#5. And you, my Sassenach? What were you born for? To be lady of a manor, or to sleep in the fields like a gypsy? To be a healer, or a don's wife, or an outlaw's lady?"
"I was born for you," I said simply, and held out my arms to him.
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#6. There were moments, of course. Those small spaces in 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, and when both and neither surround you.
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#7. Damn right I begrudge! I grudge every memory of yours that doesna hold me, and every tear ye've shed for another, and every second you've spent in another man's bed!
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#8. I think sometimes the dead cherish us, as we do them,
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#9. Beans, beans, they're good for your heart," I said cheerily, seizing the opening. "The more you eat, the more you fart. The more you fart, the better you feel - so let's have beans for every meal!
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#10. A conclusion is simply the point at which you give up thinking. He gave up, and as he rose stiffly to his feet, found that a conclusion had indeed formed itself in his mind, much as a pearl forms inside an oyster.
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#11. No wonder men got impervious to superficial pain, I thought. It came from this habit of hammering each other incessantly.
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#12. They do say that God protects fools - but I think even the Almighty will lose patience now and then.
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#13. Any piece of good music is in essence a love song.
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#15. Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach," he said softly. "I hope ye willna have cause yet to regret it.
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#16. He lounged in the corner like a crouching cat, watching me through eyes narrowed against the sun.
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#18. Amo, amas, I love a lass, As cedar tall and slender; Sweet cowslip's grace Is her nominative case, And she's o' the feminine gender.
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#19. rubbing the ointment into the creases of his knuckles, massaging
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#21. He thought of such places in a way that had no words, only recognizing one when he came to it. He might have called it holy, save that the feel of such a place had nothing to do with church or saint. It was simply a place he belonged to be, and that was sufficient.
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#22. Not for the first time, I reflected that intimacy and romance are not synonymous.
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#23. Jamie," I panted. He pushed his kilt out of the way and pressed my hand against him.
"Bloody Christ," I said, impressed despite myself. My sense of propriety slipped another notch.
"Fighting gives ye a terrible cockstand, after. Ye want me, do ye no?
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#24. Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed." "That's the first law of thermodynamics," I said, wiping my nose. "No," he said. "That's faith.
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#25. Had no notion how much resemblance there was between what he was doing, and the original beliefs of the Iroquois,
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#26. Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart."
Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.
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#27. Do it, I thought, in an agony of apprehension. For God's sake, do it now and don't be gentle!
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#28. Only you," he said, so softly I could barely hear him. "To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie
and yet ye love me.
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#29. So long as my body lives, and yours
we are one flesh," he whispered, "And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire
I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.
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#30. If I were marooned here till it suited my overbearing, domineering, pig-headed jackass of a husband to finish risking his stupid neck, I'd use the time to see what I could spot.
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#31. For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you ... I have no name.
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#32. There is nothing more delightful in life than a feather bed and an open fire - except a feather bed with a warm and tender lover in it.
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#33. Ian, man, I didna tell ye because I didna wish to lose you too. My brother was gone, and my father. I didna mean to lose my own heart's blood as well. For you are dearer to me even than home and family, love.'She cast a lopsided smile at Jamie. 'And that's saying quite a bit.
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#34. For God's sake, be careful, Sassenach!" he muttered. "Dinna go near those things!
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#35. One leg was stained with blood down to the ankle, and he walked with a ginger, spraddled gait, but he would on no account let a "wumman" lay hands on him to see what was the matter.
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#36. To see the years touch ye gives me joy", he whispered, "for it means that ye live.
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#37. Here and there, a form stirred feebly, victim of war's sorcery, struggling against the enchantment of death.
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#38. It is easier to kill someone to save your own life than it is to hurt someone to save theirs.
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#39. I said 'Lord, if I've never had courage in my life before, let me have it now. Let me be brave enough not to fall on my knees and beg her to stay.
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#40. You are safe," he said firmly. "You have my name and my family, my clan, and if necessary, the protection of my body as well. The man willna lay hands on ye again, while I live.
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#41. You'd die for them, happily," Hal had said, in the long night watch when I'd kept him breathing. "Your family. But at the same time you think, Christ, I can't die! What might happen to them if I weren't here?
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#42. I could feel the hair rising on my forearms, as though with cold, and rubbed them uneasily. Two hundred years. From 1945 to 1743; yes, near enough. And women who traveled through the rocks. Was it always women? I wondered suddenly.
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#43. When you hold a child to your breast to nurse, the curve of the little head echoes exactly the curve of the breast it suckles, as though this new person truly mirrors the flesh from which it sprang.
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#44. I canna look at ye asleep without wanting to wake ye, Sassenach." His hand cupped my breast, gently now. "I suppose I find myself lonely without ye.
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#45. Then came an evil wind, that blew the seeds of misfortune into my garden.
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#46. Then ye live with it, laddie," he said softly. "That's all.
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#47. Soldiers manage by dividing themselves. They're one man in the killing, another at home, and the man that dandles his bairn on his knee has nothing to do wi' the man who crushed his enemy's throat with his boot, so he tells himself, sometimes successfully.
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#48. It doesn't matter, really, does it, sweet'art?" he said, still smiling lazily. "Not after what's 'appened already. What's once more, eh? And I'm an Englishman, too," he coaxed. "Not a filthy Scot.
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#49. Besides," he added cynically, "a pair of ballocks may bring a man more sorrow than joy - though I havena met many who'd wish them gone, for all that.
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#50. It ... wasna a scream of fear, or even anger. It ... ehm ... well, it was the way a woman will scream, sometimes, if she's ... pleased." "In bed, you mean." It wasn't a question. "So do men. Sometimes." You idiot! Of all the things you might have said ...
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#51. After all, I thought, what were days and weeks in the presence of eternity?
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#52. Frank made a face; an Englishman to the bone, he would rather lap water out of the toilet than drink tea made from teabags. The Lipton's had been left by Mrs. Grossman, the weekly cleaning woman, who thought tea made from loose leaves messy and disgusting.
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#53. Faith is as powerful a force as science
but far more dangerous
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#54. I asked. I was quiet then, letting him come to terms with it.
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#55. Fraser nodded casually toward Twelvetrees. Is there anything ye want me to beat out of him?
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#56. For the moment, everything had disappeared: the church, the battle, the screams and shouts and the rumble of limber wheels along the rutted road through Freehold. There wasn't anything but her and him, and he opened his eyes to look on her face, to fix it in his mind forever.
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#58. I regarded him gently over my own bowl of stew. He was very large, solid, and beautifully formed. And if he was a bit battered by circumstance, that merely added to his charm.
"You're a very hard person to kill, I think," I said. "That's a great comfort to me.
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#59. Men would eat horse droppings, if ye served them wi' butter.
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#60. Drunk wi' power," he remarked disapprovingly to the ceiling. "Verra unwomanly attitude, that.
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#61. Turned me away from him and fitted himself to my back so we lay nested together.
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#62. How was yer first time, Jamie? Did ye bleed? shouted Rupert
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#63. She felt his eyes on her, and returned his stare, unblinking. "I should say they'd find her handsome, though; they do like a woman as is sweetly plump.
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#64. Restlessly, I moved around the surgery, picking things up and putting them down again.
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#65. The past is gone-the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.
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#66. Mm, you're nice to croodle wi', he murmured, doing what I assumed was croodling.
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#67. Futility. Uselessness. Bloody entrophy. Death matters, at least sometimes.
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#68. Not that my watching out was likely to do a lot of good, I thought; every second man on the dock looked like an assassin to me.
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#69. This is why you use imagery when writing about sex; it's a means both of evoking immediacy and of distilling emotion.
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#70. I felt simultaneously wonderful and wretched, and didn't know from moment to moment which feeling was uppermost.
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#71. And Finally I put down the last and the best advice I knew, on growing older. 'Stand up straight and try not to get fat.
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#72. When you're reading, you're not where you are; you're in the book. By the same token, I can write anywhere.
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#73. Up, no?" said Ian soothingly. "Come now, mi dhu, ye shouldna worrit yourself, it's bad for the babe. And the shouting troubles wee Jamie too." He reached out for his son, who was whimpering, not
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#74. There was a smell about the place, which I imagined as the smell of misery and fear, though I supposed it was no more than the niff of ancient squalor and an absence of drains.
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#75. He was dead. However, his nose throbbed painfully, which he thought odd in the circumstances.
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#76. A fine coaching inn there - though not much else. Dougal looked surprised
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#77. Her entrance was greeted by a general outcry of cordiality that made her mildly ashamed of her cynicism.
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#78. Your son is a drunkard," she informed him. Then she caught a whiff of Roger's breath. "Following in his father's footsteps, I see," she added coldly.
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#79. HAVE FOUND HIM STOP, it read. WILL YOU COME BACK QUERY ROGER.
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#80. A friend once told me 'The body has nay conscience.' I dinna ken that that's entirely so-but it is true that the body doesna generally admit the possibility of nonexistence. And if ye exist-well, ye need food, that's all.
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#81. Reputation depended often on the smallest of actions, the daily decisions made with honor and responsibility, not the huge drama of heroic battles.
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#82. The power and the danger of magic lie in the people who believe it.
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#83. Claire. The name knifed across his heart with a pain that was more racking than anything his body had ever been called on to withstand.
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#84. Aye, beg me for mercy, Sassenach. Ye shallna have it, though; not yet.
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#85. Recognizing a persimmon is no great feat, for God's sake," I said. "They look like orange baseballs!" "And they taste like the bottom of a chamber pot," Jamie added,
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#86. Damn! Blazing Hades! That filth-eating son of a pig-fart!
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#87. Mr. Farquard Campbell, the butler said quietly, and stood back against the wall.
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#88. That's simple. You reason with them, and when you're through, I'll take them out and thrash them.
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#89. The implication was reasonably clear; I condemned him, and his minions would be round promptly to cut off my nipples and burn Jared's warehouse. I licked dry lips, cursing Louis. Why couldn't he just have wanted my body?
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#90. Then open your legs for me, there's a good lass no, a bit wider, aye? He
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#91. I didn't want to tell the story of what makes two people come together, although that's a theme of great power and universality. I wanted to find out what it takes for two people to stay together for fifty years
or more. I wanted to tell not the story of courtship, but the story of marriage.
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#92. To meet her fate beneath the rowan trees in the hills near
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#93. In war, government and their armies were a threat, but it was so often the neighbors who damned or saved you
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#94. At the best of times, Father Bain's face resembled a clenched fist.
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#95. I'm afraid that my wife picked up a number of colorful expressions from the Yanks and such, Frank offered, with a nervous smile.
True, I said, gritting my teeth as I wrapped a water-soaked napkin about my hand. Men tend to be very colorful when you're picking shrapnel out of them.
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#96. The universe had shifted, with a small, decisive click; he could still hear its echo in his bones.
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#97. Exposure to a two-year-old boy was probably the best possible object lesson in the dangers of motherhood,
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#98. The kiss was brief and gentle, scarcely more than the formality that concludes a wedding, yet as striking in its impact as though they had this minute plighted a troth.
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#99. Scots have long memories, and they're not the most forgiving of people.
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#100. I like ye fat, Sassenach," he said softly. "Fat and juicy as a plump wee hen. I like it fine.
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