I found Lord John and William in the parlor, both of them a little flushed. "Mother Claire." Willie took my hand and gently kissed it. "Come and look. Papa has found something he thinks you will like. Come and see it," he repeated, drawing me gently toward the table. "It" was a large wooden chest, made of some expensive wood, banded in gold. I blinked at it and put out a hand to touch it. It looked rather like a cutlery safe but much bigger. "What …?" I looked up to find Lord John standing beside me, looking somewhat abashed. "A, um, present," he said, deprived for once of his smooth manners. "I thought-I mean, I perceived that you lacked somewhat in the way of … equipment. I do not wish you to abandon your profession," he added gently. "My profession." A
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ The Fiery Cross, A Breath of ]
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