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Voyager - Bilingual quotes that celebrate the beauty of language, showcasing meaningful expressions in two unique perspectives.
"Voyager" is a science fiction novel by Diana Gabaldon, part of her popular Outlander series, which blends time travel, historical fiction, and romance. The story follows Claire Randall, a World War II nurse who finds herself transported to 18th-century Scotland after touching a set of stones. In her quest to reunite with her...
John-well." He lifted his shoulders and let them drop. "I couldna give him what he wanted-and he is friend enough not to ask it.
Diana Gabaldon Voyager
John-well." He lifted his shoulders and let them drop. "I couldna give him what he wanted-and he is friend enough not to ask it.
He told me. About everything.
Diana Gabaldon Voyager
He told me. About everything.
I kept thinking-how should I tell ye everything, about Geneva, and Willie, and John-will ye know about John?
Diana Gabaldon Voyager
I kept thinking-how should I tell ye everything, about Geneva, and Willie, and John-will ye know about John?
I suppose I am asking whether you believe in fate," Lord John went on. The ghost of a smile wavered on his face. "You, of all people, would seem best suited to say.
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I suppose I am asking whether you believe in fate," Lord John went on. The ghost of a smile wavered on his face. "You, of all people, would seem best suited to say.
Do you know- he began, then stopped. He looked down at his clenched hands, then, not at me. A blue stone winked on one knuckle, bright as a teardrop.
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Do you know- he began, then stopped. He looked down at his clenched hands, then, not at me. A blue stone winked on one knuckle, bright as a teardrop.
That was the first time that he ever touched me willingly," he said quietly. "And the last-until this evening, when I gave him the other copy of that miniature.
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That was the first time that he ever touched me willingly," he said quietly. "And the last-until this evening, when I gave him the other copy of that miniature.
I will, I said promptly, and I strongly suggest you have some, too. I expect you need it as much as I do. A slight smile showed briefly at the corner of his mouth. Is that a medical opinion, Mrs. Malcolm?
Diana Gabaldon Voyager
I will, I said promptly, and I strongly suggest you have some, too. I expect you need it as much as I do. A slight smile showed briefly at the corner of his mouth. Is that a medical opinion, Mrs. Malcolm?
Right. You're not. But I would appreciate it very much if you did. And why did you show me the picture if you didn't mean me to know?" I added. "Since I know that much, I'll certainly find out the rest from Jamie. You might as well tell me your side of it now.
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Right. You're not. But I would appreciate it very much if you did. And why did you show me the picture if you didn't mean me to know?" I added. "Since I know that much, I'll certainly find out the rest from Jamie. You might as well tell me your side of it now.
He raised one brow, cool and reserved; he had been shocked, too, but the shock was wearing off. "I cannot see that I am under any particular obligation to do so," he said.
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He raised one brow, cool and reserved; he had been shocked, too, but the shock was wearing off. "I cannot see that I am under any particular obligation to do so," he said.
Your wife? I said, goggling at him. He flushed deeply and looked away. If I had been in any doubt about the nature of the look I had seen him give Jamie, I wasn't any longer.
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Your wife? I said, goggling at him. He flushed deeply and looked away. If I had been in any doubt about the nature of the look I had seen him give Jamie, I wasn't any longer.
Her name was Geneva Dunsany," Grey said. "My wife's sister.
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Her name was Geneva Dunsany," Grey said. "My wife's sister.
Who- My voice was hoarse with shock, and I had to stop and clear my throat. Who is his mother? Grey hesitated, eyeing me closely, then shrugged slightly. Was. She's dead.
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Who- My voice was hoarse with shock, and I had to stop and clear my throat. Who is his mother? Grey hesitated, eyeing me closely, then shrugged slightly. Was. She's dead.
Well, that's of no consequence just now. But he did not tell you-that is-has he not told you about Willie? I stared at him blankly. Who's Willie? Instead of explaining, he bent and opened the drawer of his desk. He pulled out a small object and laid it on the desk, motioning me to come closer.
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Well, that's of no consequence just now. But he did not tell you-that is-has he not told you about Willie? I stared at him blankly. Who's Willie? Instead of explaining, he bent and opened the drawer of his desk. He pulled out a small object and laid it on the desk, motioning me to come closer.
The lines of stress in Grey's face eased a little. I see, he said slowly. So-you have not seen him since-my God, that's twenty years! He stared at me, dumbfounded. And four months? Why-how- He shook his head, brushing away the questions.
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The lines of stress in Grey's face eased a little. I see, he said slowly. So-you have not seen him since-my God, that's twenty years! He stared at me, dumbfounded. And four months? Why-how- He shook his head, brushing away the questions.
You didn't know that Jamie was married? He blinked, but not in time to keep me from seeing a small grimace of pain, as though someone had struck him suddenly across the face.
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You didn't know that Jamie was married? He blinked, but not in time to keep me from seeing a small grimace of pain, as though someone had struck him suddenly across the face.
Oh, God, John! he said. I stopped dead, halted much more by the tone of that voice than by the words-it was broken with an emotion I had seldom heard from him. Walking very quietly, I drew closer. Framed in the half-open door was Jamie, head bowed as he pressed Lord John Grey tight in a fervent embrace. I stood still, completely incapable of movement or speech. As I watched, they broke apart.
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Oh, God, John! he said. I stopped dead, halted much more by the tone of that voice than by the words-it was broken with an emotion I had seldom heard from him. Walking very quietly, I drew closer. Framed in the half-open door was Jamie, head bowed as he pressed Lord John Grey tight in a fervent embrace. I stood still, completely incapable of movement or speech. As I watched, they broke apart.
I walked down the hallway, my steps muffled by the long Turkey carpet that covered the parquet. There was an indistinguishable murmur of male voices ahead. I turned a corner into a shorter corridor and saw a door ahead from which light spilled-that must be the Governor's private office. Inside, I heard Jamie's voice.
Diana Gabaldon Voyager
I walked down the hallway, my steps muffled by the long Turkey carpet that covered the parquet. There was an indistinguishable murmur of male voices ahead. I turned a corner into a shorter corridor and saw a door ahead from which light spilled-that must be the Governor's private office. Inside, I heard Jamie's voice.
You have to understand," I said. "He-I-we were separated by the war, the Rising. Each of us thought the other was dead. I found him again only-my God, was it only four months ago?
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You have to understand," I said. "He-I-we were separated by the war, the Rising. Each of us thought the other was dead. I found him again only-my God, was it only four months ago?
He reached into the drawer of his desk, and pulled out my fan, white silk embroidered with violets. This is yours, I suppose? I found it in the corridor. His mouth twisted wryly as he looked at me. I see. I suppose, then, you will have some notion of how your appearance earlier this evening affected me. I doubt it very much, I said.
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He reached into the drawer of his desk, and pulled out my fan, white silk embroidered with violets. This is yours, I suppose? I found it in the corridor. His mouth twisted wryly as he looked at me. I see. I suppose, then, you will have some notion of how your appearance earlier this evening affected me. I doubt it very much, I said.
He was leaning on his desk, chin in his hands, staring at me. There are shocks, I said precisely, smoothing back my damp curls and giving him an eyeball, and then there are shocks. If you know what I mean. He looked surprised; then a flicker of understanding came into his expression.
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He was leaning on his desk, chin in his hands, staring at me. There are shocks, I said precisely, smoothing back my damp curls and giving him an eyeball, and then there are shocks. If you know what I mean. He looked surprised; then a flicker of understanding came into his expression.
Then came the sound of a single pair of footsteps, and then the whoosh and creak of someone settling heavily into a chair. There was silence for a moment. Then Lord John said You can get up now, if you wish. I am supposing that you are not in fact prostrate with shock, he added, ironically. Somehow I suspect that a mere murder would not be sufficient to discompose a woman who could deal single-handedly with a typhoid epidemic.
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Then came the sound of a single pair of footsteps, and then the whoosh and creak of someone settling heavily into a chair. There was silence for a moment. Then Lord John said You can get up now, if you wish. I am supposing that you are not in fact prostrate with shock, he added, ironically. Somehow I suspect that a mere murder would not be sufficient to discompose a woman who could deal single-handedly with a typhoid epidemic.
It was another hour before the door opened again, this time to admit the Governor. He was still handsome and neat as a white camellia, but definitely beginning to turn brown round the edges. I set the untouched glass of brandy down and got to my feet to face him. Where is Jamie? Still being questioned by Captain Jacobs, the militia commander. He sank into his chair, looking bemused. I had no notion he spoke French so remarkably well.
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It was another hour before the door opened again, this time to admit the Governor. He was still handsome and neat as a white camellia, but definitely beginning to turn brown round the edges. I set the untouched glass of brandy down and got to my feet to face him. Where is Jamie? Still being questioned by Captain Jacobs, the militia commander. He sank into his chair, looking bemused. I had no notion he spoke French so remarkably well.
If Jamie could take Lord John Grey as a lover, and hide it from me, he wasn't remotely the man I thought he was. There had to be some other explanation.
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If Jamie could take Lord John Grey as a lover, and hide it from me, he wasn't remotely the man I thought he was. There had to be some other explanation.
He stood for a second, polite, remote. Then the mask dropped away. I liked you, too, he said quietly. Then.
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He stood for a second, polite, remote. Then the mask dropped away. I liked you, too, he said quietly. Then.
When we met, that night aboard the Porpoise-I'm glad you didn't know who I was. I … liked you. Then.
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When we met, that night aboard the Porpoise-I'm glad you didn't know who I was. I … liked you. Then.
Lord John's response to the revelation of my identity was both puzzling and disturbing; you would think the man had seen a ghost. I squinted at my violet reflection, admiring the glitter of the black-and-gold fish at my throat, but failed to see anything unsettling in my appearance.
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Lord John's response to the revelation of my identity was both puzzling and disturbing; you would think the man had seen a ghost. I squinted at my violet reflection, admiring the glitter of the black-and-gold fish at my throat, but failed to see anything unsettling in my appearance.
I glanced back over my shoulder to see the Governor, shaking hands mechanically with the new arrival, staring after us with a face like white paper.
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I glanced back over my shoulder to see the Governor, shaking hands mechanically with the new arrival, staring after us with a face like white paper.
He took my arm, and bowed formally. And may I have the pleasure to present to you my wife, Claire? he said aloud, shifting effortlessly into French. Claire? The Governor looked wildly at me. Claire? Er, yes, I said, hoping he wasn't going to faint. He looked very much as though he might, though I had no idea why the revelation of my Christian name ought to affect him so strongly.
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He took my arm, and bowed formally. And may I have the pleasure to present to you my wife, Claire? he said aloud, shifting effortlessly into French. Claire? The Governor looked wildly at me. Claire? Er, yes, I said, hoping he wasn't going to faint. He looked very much as though he might, though I had no idea why the revelation of my Christian name ought to affect him so strongly.
May I introduce my husband? I turned to wave at Jamie, who had been detained in animated conversation with the admiral, but who was now advancing toward us, accompanied by Mr. Willoughby. I turned back to find the Governor gone green as a gooseberry. He stared from Jamie to me, and back again, pale as though confronted by twin specters. Jamie came to a stop beside me, and inclined his head graciously toward the Governor. John, he said softly. It's good to see ye, man. The Governor's mouth opened and shut without making a sound.
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May I introduce my husband? I turned to wave at Jamie, who had been detained in animated conversation with the admiral, but who was now advancing toward us, accompanied by Mr. Willoughby. I turned back to find the Governor gone green as a gooseberry. He stared from Jamie to me, and back again, pale as though confronted by twin specters. Jamie came to a stop beside me, and inclined his head graciously toward the Governor. John, he said softly. It's good to see ye, man. The Governor's mouth opened and shut without making a sound.
He turned to greet me, his face fixed in an expression of formal politeness. He looked, blinked, and then broke into a smile of extraordinary warmth and pleasure. Mrs. Malcolm! he exclaimed, seizing my hands. I am vastly pleased to see you! The feeling is entirely mutual, I said, smiling back at him. I didn't know you were the Governor, last time we met. I'm afraid I was a bit informal. He laughed, his face glowing with the light of the candles in the wall sconces. Seen clearly in the light for the first time, I realized what a remarkably handsome man he was.
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He turned to greet me, his face fixed in an expression of formal politeness. He looked, blinked, and then broke into a smile of extraordinary warmth and pleasure. Mrs. Malcolm! he exclaimed, seizing my hands. I am vastly pleased to see you! The feeling is entirely mutual, I said, smiling back at him. I didn't know you were the Governor, last time we met. I'm afraid I was a bit informal. He laughed, his face glowing with the light of the candles in the wall sconces. Seen clearly in the light for the first time, I realized what a remarkably handsome man he was.
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