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She supposed most sisters would feel aggravation over such teasing. But Peter’s actions showed louder than anything that he understood, that he knew her. And Jane adored being known. Being known meant she was loved, accepted just as she was.
He grinned at Kieran. Scotland. Living up to England’s lowest expectations since 1296. All of a sudden, Andrew couldn’t wait to leave.
She secretly wanted to dig in the dirt and wade in streams to find minerals and other interesting stones.
Her extensive etiquette training had never covered this particular scenario: When a young lady of excellent breeding finds herself tumbled into a muddy stream and cursing like a sailor before a group of Scotsmen . . .
England: Behave! Stop being uncivilized animals! Scotland: Och! We cannae be bothered tae change. England: We mean it! We will not tolerate such outrageous behavior. Scotland, laughing: Haud yer wheesht. Could someone pass me a wee dram o’ whisky?
Never allow others to choose how you feel, particularly if someone wished you to feel ashamed.
“The truth is perhaps even simpler. When you can control so very little about your life, you take your victories where you can. Rocks never change. They are always the same. And
there is a comfort in knowing that something in this world is ever-constant.”
Jane wanted to stab herself with her embroidery needle. If she never heard a conversation about bonnet trims again, it would be too soon.
“Justice cannot save those who d-died.” She hiccupped. “But m-mercy . . . mercy can save the living.”
