He recognized the first by his stooped shoulders and the way his head jutted forward, the second by his square, solid seat and his easy, one-handed way with the reins. God be with ye, Englishman, he s...
For a different woman, a different relationship, a different situation, gentleness might have been the proper, the only approach—but not for this woman, in these circumstances. The only thing that wil...
Fiercely to cherish, softly to guard.
Cows? he asked, Was it really cows, or was I dreaming?
But war has a long fuse, and a slow match.
Small porch; wooden, but filled—mirabile dictu!—with
Petit James!
Moments and revert to his normal swagger and talk, you
Incongruous that he laughed. And then realized that there
In her voice that
If ye bed wi’ a vixen, ye must expect to get bit.
Blindness, and I was
Why d'ye talk to yourself?''It assures me of a good listener.
Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like, he said, but God made hope. The stars willna burn out. He turned and, cupping my chin, kissed me gently. And nor will we.
We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.
We are bound, you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.
To some extent, emotions are universal and can be treated that way; no matter what the participants’ orientation or preference, they have sex for the same reasons and can experience the same array of...
THE MAN IN THE WOOD
Sometimes our best action result in things that are most regrettable.
One man, a Fraser of Lovat's regiment, escaped. He meant to die on Culloden Field, Roger whispered, But he didn't.