Really love him, I mean," Geilie persisted. "Not just to bed him; I know you want that, and he does too. They all do. But do you love him?" Did I love him? Beyond the urges of the flesh? The hole had the dark anonymity of the confessional, and a soul on the verge of death had no time for lies. "Yes," I said, and laid my head back on my knees. It was silent in the hole for some time, and I hovered once more on the verge of sleep, when I heard her speak once more, as though to herself. "So it's possible," she said thoughtfully.

She sounded as though love were an unfortunate but unavoidable condition.

Why, what's the matter wi' the poor child?" she demanded of Jamie. "Has she had an accident o' some sort?" "No, it's only she's married me," he said, "though if ye care to call it an accident, ye may.

We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

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

It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach

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