“I love ye,” she said. “I thought I loved ye all those years ago, but that was a girlish imitation of what I feel now. My heart vibrates with adoration. I feel like I shall need fifty years of marriage—of sleeping every night at your side, nursing your bairns, sharing your joy and pain— to properly communicate how much I love ye.” “Well then, wife, what are we waiting for?” Fox pressed his forehead to hers. “Let’s begin that life right now.”
