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“On the island, we all spoke English in town on account of the pilgrims and outlanders, but in my house, I learned the Gaelic tongue first.” “Do you recall any of it?” “Some.” “Say something.” “Tha gaol agam ort, mò chridhe.” “Pretty. What’s the meaning?” “Your forehead would make a lovely pocketbook.”
But for men who sinned as we sinned, the noose was often the verdict—a violent end to violent delights.
