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“Well, when you’ve last seen someone hovering round your navel, and suddenly you find yourself looking up his nose,” I defended myself, “you can’t help remarking the difference.”
She smiled in her sleep, a brief reflex of contentment, gone as soon as it appeared.
But under everything was the deep silence of a Highland night. I sat very still, reaching for it.
Scare the shoes and socks off the father, too.
heather
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heather
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All of them lay now beyond the reach of war or weather, under the greensward of Culloden Field.
heather.
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“Heather,”
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heather
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heather—the
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heather,”
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“Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi’ loving you.”
“No, I dinna expect any difficulty. But what is it the Bible says, Sassenach? ‘Put not your trust in princes’?” He rose and kissed me quickly on the brow, tucking the ring back in his sporran. “Who am I to ignore the word of God, eh?”
“Thank the Lord for small blessings,” he said, and a small chuckle rumbled through his chest.
heather.
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“Blood of my blood,” he whispered, “and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens. You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.”
