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“Margaret looked up at him from where she sat by the window.

"Oh, Brother Gregory, what's wrong with your hand"

"I'm just scratching it; it itches."

"Really, is it red?"

"No, it's just a bite. You gave me a flea."

"I don't have fleas, Brother Gregory," insisted Margaret.

"Everyone has fleas, Margaret. It's part of God's plan."

"I don't. I wash them off."

"Margaret, you haven't any sense at all. They just hop back. You can't wash enough to keep them off."

"I do."

"Aren't you afraid your skin will come off? It could, you know. That's much worse than fleas." Brother Gregory spoke with an air of absolute certainty.

"Everyone tells me that. It hasn't come off yet."

"Margaret, you're too hardheaded for your own good. Now take for your next sentence, 'Fleas do not wash off.'"

"Is this right?" She held up the tablet, and Brother Gregory shook his head in mock indignation.

"I despair of you, Margaret. Flea is not spelled with one e--it's spelled with two.”
― Judith Merkle Riley, A Vision of Light

“Through their kisses and caresses they experienced a joy and wonder the equal of which has never been known or heard of. But I shall be silent...; for the rarest and most delectable pleasures are those which are hinted at, but never told.”
― Chrétien de Troyes

“And it came to Marcus suddenly that slaves very seldom whistled. They might sing, if they felt like it or if the rhythm helped their work, but whistling was in some way different; it took a free man to make the sort of noise Esca was making.”
― Rosemary Sutcliff, The Eagle of the Ninth

“...he made her blood rush as hot as it has at fifteen, coupled with a playfulness she had nearly forgotten she once possessed.”
― Joyce DiPastena, Loving Lucianna

“...sin does not deal its consequences evenly upon men and women...”
― Joyce DiPastena, Loving Lucianna

“Fleur told Rauffe when they were all growing up that there was something ‘aslant’ in Marion. Perhaps there was something aslant in Antony too, something he did not know how to control.” Gerolt brushed a stray strand of hair away from Cassandry's temple with his thumb, then gave her a crooked smile. “It may be there is something a little aslant in all of us if we had courage to look deeply enough into our souls.”
― Joyce DiPastena, Courting Cassandry