Any Man Who Lives By His Beliefs

Iain's Gaze Went Back And Forth Between Gillian And Brodick. "father Laggan's Back," He Remarked. "and There's Another, Younger Priest Named Stevens With Him." "why Are You Telling Me This?" Brodick Asked. "i Just Wanted You To Know There Are Two Priests Available," Iain Explained With A Meaningful Glance At Gillian.

In A Low Whisper She Was Certain Only Her Friend Could Hear, She Said, "i Specifically Remember We Both Promised Never To Drink From Any Man's Goblet Of Wine. From The Looks Of You, Frances Catherine, I'm Thinking You Broke Your Word.

You Have Many Flaws, He Announced... “but There Was One Flaw That Made All The Other Imperfections Pale In Comparison.” “was?” She Asked. “i Don't Have This Flaw Any Longer?” “no, You Don't.” “pray Tell,” She Muttered In Exasperation, “what Was This Terrible Flaw?” He Grinned. “you Used To Be English.

A Woman Can't Do Anything About Her Appearance. Either She's Pretty Or She Isn't. But Her Character Is Quite Another Matter.

When She Was Rested. She'd Find A Way To Escape. It Was The Duty Of The Captive, Wasn't It?