Cross Stitch (Outlander, #1)

by Diana Gabaldon

A simple explanation on wavy curls put forth in the most eloquent language. Worthy of a note!

Craving privacy, so much delima in this situation. Beautiful play of word.

‘No, he wasn’t laughing. In fact, he seemed terribly unhappy about something. Not that I could see his face well; just something about the way he stood. I came up behind him, and when he didn’t move, I asked politely if I could help him with something. He acted at first as though he didn’t hear me, and I thought perhaps he didn’t, over the noise of the wind, so I repeated myself, and I reached out to tap his shoulder, to get his attention, you know. But before I could touch him he whirled suddenly round and pushed past me and walked off down the road.’