I realized that my breasts had begun to tingle and stiffen in response to the crying, and smiled, a little ruefully. Strange, that instinct went so deep and lasted so long—would I come one day to a point when nothing in me stirred to the sound of a crying baby, to the scent of a man aroused, to the brush of my own long hair against the skin of my naked back? And if I did come to such a point—would I mourn the loss, I wondered, or find myself peaceful, left to contemplate existence without the intrusion of such animal sensations? It wasn’t only the glories of the flesh that were the gifts of
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This is strong foreshadowing for Claire’s own near death experience from illness. Soon she too will understand the quandary that Jamie has recently endured
