Go Tell the Bees that I Am Gone (Outlander, #9)

by Diana Gabaldon

“Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof,”

“Ye dinna need to tell me,” he continued quietly, and touched my shoulder. “There’s no need to live such things again, if they dinna come back of their own accord.”

He huffed air, angry, and sat down. “Richardson can’t do us any damage with that sort of lying gossip.” Denys pursed his lips and exhaled, slowly. “William,” he said patiently, “gossip has probably killed more men than musket fire.”