Flies round a honeypot would be nothin’ to it, lad! Penniless and nameless as ye are now, the lasses still sigh after ye—I’ve seen ’em! More snorting. Even this Sassenach wench can no keep away from ye, and her a new widow!
Diana Gabaldon
Flies round a honeypot would be nothin’ to it, lad! Penniless and nameless as ye are now, the lasses still sigh after ye—I’ve seen ’em! More snorting. Even this Sassenach wench can no keep away from ye, and her a new widow!