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Ye werena the first lass I kissed, but I swear you'll be the last. I may be out of bed, but I’m in no way equipped to conduct hypothetical conversations before I’ve had a cup of tea. Tell him I hate him to his guts and the marrow of his bones! When had the right to live as one wished ever been considered trivial?

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Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl. Who in God’s name is John Wayne? The tiny sgian dhu he carried in his stocking was lying within reach, its handle of carved staghorn darkagainst the piled clothing. And so he and Ian—who, it turned out, could also knit and was prostrated by mirth at my lack of knowledge—had taught me the simple basics of knit and purl, explaining, between snorts of derision over my efforts, that in the Highlands all boys were routinely taught to knit, that being a useful occupation well suited to the long idle hours of herding sheep or cattle on the shielings.

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A tall, straight-bodied, and by no means ill-favored young Highlander at close range is breath-taking. And don't think I wouldn't sell my soul for a TARDIS. Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop. The line from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland drifted through my mind, and I smiled. Good advice, I supposed – but only if you happened to know where the beginning was, and I didn’t quite. The truth is always of use, madonna.

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