Oh, Claire, Ye Do Break My Heart

That's For Calling Your Father A Fool. It May Be True, But It's Disrespectful. Brian Fraser To Teenage Jamie

I Had Kissed My Share Of Men, Particularly During The War Years, When Flirtation And Instant Romance Were The Light-minded Companions Of Death And Uncertainty. Jamie, Thought, Was Something Different. His Extreme Gentleness Was In No Way Tentative; Rather It Was A Promise Of Power Known And Held In Leash; A Challenge And A Provocation The More Remarkable For Its Lack Of Demand. I Am Yours, It Said. And If You Will Have Me, Then.

He Gave You To Me," She Said, So Low I Could Hardly Hear Her. "now I Have To Give You Back To Him, Mama.

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.

Lord That She Might Be Safe. She And My Children.