Go and change your gown, Mary," Daniel interjected. "I'm partial to gold. If you've a gown in that color, wear it to please me. If not, white will do well enough. I'm wedding you, Lady Mary." Lord Daniel Ferguson caught Lady Mary before she hit the floor. He wasn't at all irritated that his intended had just fainted dead away, and he actually let out a full burst of laughter as he swept Mary up into his arms and held her against his chest. "She's overcome with gratitude, Alec," Daniel called out to his friend. "Aye, Daniel, I can see she is," Alec answered.
Julie GarwoodYou wouldn't let him do it, would you, Jamie?" Jamie's expression was very serene. She stared at Andrew when she spoke to her husband. "With your permission, I would like to answer him." "You have it," Alec replied. "Andrew," she called out in a voice as cold and clear as a frigid winter morning, "my husband does whatever he wishes to do. I am sometimes allowed to help, though. If he decides to cut off your feet, I will, of course, offer him my assistance.
Julie GarwoodMadelyne, we're married now. 'Tis a usual occurrence to bed one's wife on the wedding night.
Julie GarwoodYou're bruised, as ugly as one of your Cyclops, and I can barely stand to look at you." - Duncan to Madelyne.
Julie GarwoodYou have many flaws, he announced... โBut there was one flaw that made all the other imperfections pale in comparison.โ โWas?โ she asked. โI don't have this flaw any longer?โ โNo, you don't.โ โPray tell,โ she muttered in exasperation, โwhat was this terrible flaw?โ He grinned. โYou used to be English.
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