Damn ye, woman! Will ye never do as you’re told? Probably not, I said meekly.
Damn you, Sassenach! his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. Damn you! I swear if ye die on me, I'll kill you!
Damn, I said softly to myself. I had been fighting it for some time. Even before this ridiculous marriage, I had been more than conscious of his attraction. It had happened before, as it doubtless hap...
Dared he ask about George? Not a direct inquiry, that wouldn’t do, but a reference to the family, asking whether his mother had happened to encounter Lady Everett lately, and might he ask to be rememb...
Dawn was coming up in streaks and slashes over the foggy moor.
Dear God, he said, still softly. I couldna look at ye, Sassenach, and keep my hands from you, nor have ye near me, and not want ye.
Dearest mother, John Grey wrote, later that night. I am arrived safely at my new post, and find it comfortable. Colonel Quarry, my predecessor—he is the Duke of Clarence’s nephew, you recall?—made me...
Did that mean she had not cared deeply for any of her husbands? I wondered. Or only that she was a woman of great strength, capable of overcoming grief, not once, but over and over again?
Dinna be afraid. There’s the two of us now.
Dinna fash yourself, Sassenach. Ye canna say more than ye know, but tell me it all, just once more.
Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no? Absence, I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. And fonder. If anything’s growin...
Do women hold back the evolution of such things as freedom and other social ideals, out of fear for themselves or their children? Or do they in fact inspire such things – and the risks required to rea...
Do ye dare to draw arms against the justice of God? snapped the tubby little judge. Jamie drew the sword completely, with a flash of steel, then thrust it point-first into the ground, leaving the hilt...
Do ye not understand?he said, in near desparation. I would lay the world at your feet, Claire-and I have nothing to give ye! He honestly thought it mattered.
Do ye want me? he whispered. Sassenach, will ye take me--and risk the man that I am, for the sake of the man ye knew? I felt a great wave of relief, mingled with fear. It ran from his hand on my shou...
Do you have any idea how mortifying it is to have your own mother standing up in front of everybody, drawing pictures of penises?
Do you know how rare such a thing is? he asked quietly. That peculiar sort of mutual passion? The one-sided kind was common enough.
Doctors, soldiers, and mothers encounter it routinely; I had, any number of times. Unable to respond to an immediate emergency while clouded by fatigue, the mind simply withdraws a little, separating...
Does your knee still hurt, Sassenach? he asked, seeing me rub it. It hadn’t ever quite recovered from being strained during our adventures on the Pitt, and climbing stairs provoked it. Oh, just part o...
Dr. Stern told me that the wilderness of Carolina is alive wi’ fierce creatures—bears and wildcats and wicked panthers—and a great foul thing the Indians call a skunk!
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