Then kiss me, Claire," he whispered, "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.

Oh, womanly sympathy, love AND food?" I said, laughing. "Don't want a lot, do you?

Why d'ye talk to yourself?' 'It assures me of a good listener.

"Sassenach." He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.

If I die before I say 'I love you' it's because I didn't have the time.

Aye, well, he'll be wed a long time," he said callously. "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 growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn't be his heart.

Tell him I hate him to his guts and the marrow of his bones!