Christ, was he going to die in public, in a pleasure garden, in the company of a sodomite spy dressed like a rooster?
She supposed she ought to feel exposed in some way, the privacy of her thoughts and dreams laid bare to him – but she trusted him with them. He would never use those things against her.
Some people can leave their bodies and travel miles away,” she said, staring meditatively at the page. “Other people see them out wandering, and recognize them, and ye can bloody prove they were really tucked up safe in bed at the time. I’ve seen the records, all the eyewitness testimony. Some people have stigmata ye can see and touch – I’ve seen one. But not everybody. Only certain people.” She.
Papa says that wars take three generations to fade from the ground where they’re fought. And from what I’ve seen, Friends have quite long memories, as well.” “He might just have a point.
A standing cock is quite blind, my dear,” he said at last, eyes still shut. “Surely you know that, physician that you are.
Dr. Stern told me that the wilderness of Carolina is alive wi’ fierce creatures – bears and wildcats and wicked panthers – and a great foul thing the Indians call a skunk!
Intimacy and romance are not synonymous.
Have you anything to say to me now, Madam?” he demanded. “Your wig is crooked,” I said, and closed my eyes again.
And I have wondered often, was I master in my soul, or did I become the slave of my own blade?
Do you have any idea how mortifying it is to have your own mother standing up in front of everybody, drawing pictures of penises?
At least we were not set upon by highwaymen, we encountered no wild beasts, and it didn’t rain. By the standards I was becoming used to, it was quite dull.
Dinna fash yourself, Sassenach. Ye canna say more than ye know, but tell me it all, just once more.
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.
All over the clearing, the same thing was happening; the women gave not an inch, but their men stepped out before them. Anyone coming into the clearing would think that the women had melted into invisibility, leaving an implacable phalanx of Scotsmen staring down the glen.
Never give anything away for free – but sometimes it pays to oil the wheels a bit.
He said there was always an hour in the day when time seems to stop – but that it was different for everyone. He thought it might be the hour when one was born.
He smelt strongly of woodsmoke, blood, and unwashed male, but the night chill bit through my thin dress and I was happy enough to lean back against him.
We stood wrapped in each other’s arms, taking comfort from our family below, yearning for the others we might never see again, at once at home and homeless, balanced on a knife edge of danger and uncertainty. But together.
To stand against a crowd would take something more than ordinary courage; something that went beyond human instinct.
In body or soul, somewhere he struck a spark, and an answering fury of passion and need sprang from the ashes of surrender.