Do you really think we'll ever--" "I do," he said with certainty, not letting me finish. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I know it, Sassenach, and so do you. You were meant to be a mother, and I surely dinna intend to let anyone else father your children.
A general cry of "What book? What book? Let us see this famous book!
Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.
Why d'ye talk to yourself?' 'It assures me of a good listener.
She sounded as though love were an unfortunate but unavoidable condition.
Then kiss me, Claire," he whispered, "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.