Author of quotes: Diana Gabaldon. Page 8

- This is one reason. And there are others that you could I say?
He began to carefully study his glass.
Probably just because I want to sleep with you - he looked quickly at me. Have you thought about this?
If he wanted to embarrass me, then it succeeded, but I decided not to show it.
- Is it true? - boldly, I asked?
- To be honest, Yes, it is true, ' he answered, and the blue eyes looked at me over his glasses.
- This does not have to marry me, - I said.
Jamie was shocked at this statement.
- Do you think that I would have to do it, not suggesting you marry me?
- Many men don't bother, ' I said, amused by his naivety.
In obvious embarrassment he muttered something unintelligible, but then got together and said with full of dignity
- Maybe I'm overconfident in saying so, but I prefer to think that I am not "many men", and does not consider it necessary to behave in accordance with the lowest public denominator.
I was touched by his words and hastened to assure that you find his behavior a highly respectable and gentlemanly, and I apologize for unintentionally doubts about his motives.

"Under my protection..." It was not just a phrase - it was worth to watch Jamie, on a hard turn of his broad shoulders, should remember his wild grace, when he showed me in the moonlight the techniques of sword fighting. he knew what he was saying. Very young, he had a right so to speak, and his scars proved it right. He was no older than many of the pilots and Marines, for whom I had to care in the hospital, and just as they, he knew the value of responsibility. He gave me not a romantic vow and a lasting commitment to protect my safety at the cost of his own.

I know, Claire, that there are things that you don't want to talk to me. Probably can't even talk about them.
"If you only knew how right you are", I thought.
- I'm never going to force you or insist to know about the things concerning you, - seriously said as he looked at his hands and clenched his hands. - There are things that I can't tell you, at least not yet. Not asking you about what you can't give me. I ask only one thing: let it be the truth that you will find it necessary to tell me. And I promise you the same thing. Between us now there's nothing but respect likely. And I think respect gives the place a secret, but not lies. Do you agree?
- Yes, I agree. I promise to be honest.

You are blood of my blood and bone of my bone,
I give my body to you, that we two become one
And my soul I give you collateral for the rest of my days.

Bravery in battle is not something outstanding for the Scot, as you know, but to conquer fear, when you're in a calm, normal state - a rare ability.

- You actually saw it?
- Oh, Yes! and I tell you, miss, to see men flogged with whips - not a pleasant sight. I, fortunately, have not experienced this myself, but I think that waiting is not too sweet. Watch as whip whips someone, waiting the same for myself... God forbid!

- No, lady, you're wrong, let me tell you. Imagination is a good thing, but seeing as the man whipped on the bare back, is quite another. Nasty stuff, designed to break the person, so often and it happens.
But not Jamie.

Did you know that you did it Randall. Jamie told you about it?
- A little bit.
- So he's nice to you, - thoughtfully said Dougal. - He's usually nobody talks about it.
Even can't imagine, why would it? - I said sarcastically.

Did you know that you did it Randall. Jamie told you about it?
- A little bit.
- So he's nice to you, - thoughtfully said Dougal. - He's usually nobody talks about it.
Even can't imagine, why would it? - I said sarcastically.

If you command the men, based on solid rules. Or win their respect if you can. Or ' threaten them.

You know the captain? - he asked suddenly.
Worse than you, ' I replied. - I've seen it before only once, and that was by accident. we were each other's taste.
To my surprise, Dougal's stern face softened.
- I can't say that I much prefer, he said.
Drummed his fingers on the edge of the stone wall of the pond, pondering, and turned to me.
- And some of it very high regard. Say, a brave soldier and a great warrior.
I raised my eyebrows.
Since I'm not a General of the British army, to me these qualities do not impress.

Sharp forest smell tickled his throat. I've been on some of the hills and breathed the same spring scents, but then they mingled with the stink of exhaust gas coming from the road, and the chirping of birds was played to drown out the voices of tourists. When was the last time I raised this here trail, the ground was littered with sandwich wrappers and empty packs of cigarettes, not the blossoming buds of hollyhocks and flowers of violets. Wrappers from sandwiches seemed quite reasonable fee for such blessings of civilization as, say, antibiotics and phone, but now I felt gratitude to the violets. I really needed the peace and quiet, and I felt them.

I thanked him by staying near his temporary bed before you retire to your shitty shelter, but he only waved a careless hand in response to my words.
Isn't this selfless service on my part, he said. - I better not get caught their eye.
I had completely forgotten about the fact that he has his reasons to stay away from English soldiery. But I immediately came to mind, which is more secure, he could settle in for the night in a warm stable, rather than at my door on the floor.
- But here can anyone come, ' I said, then you will find.
He stretched out his long arm and closed the open shutter. The corridor was dark, and Jamie turned into a kind of shapeless mass.
They will not see my face, he said. Besides, my name does not represent for them any interest, even there I will call the present, which I'm not going to do.
- Yes, - with doubt I said, but does it not seem strange to them, what are you doing here in the dark?
I have not seen him, but judging by his voice he was smiling.
- Nothing like anglichanka. They'll just think I'm waiting in line.
I laughed and left the room. I lay on the bed and fell asleep in admiration of Jamie: afford free jokes, and he was scared even thinking about sleeping with me in the same room.

- You can't sleep, ' I said. - Come in. The room floor still cleaner.
Jamie stopped, his hand on the doorpost.
- To sleep in the same room? - he was really stunned. - I can't do it. Your reputation will perish.
He spoke quite sincerely. I almost laughed, but tactfully turned the laugh into a cough. Taking into account the conditions of our journey, the overcrowding of hotels, the wretched condition or complete lack of sanitary facilities, I was in such close physical communication with these men, Jamie included, that the thought of such delicacy struck me as funny.