The long lids of her eyes closed halfway, like a basking cat's, but the smile remained on that wide, soft mouth-those lips that hurt, then healed. The light glowed in her skin, bronzed the tiny brown mole beneath her right ear. He could have watched her forever, but the match was burning low. Just before the flame touched his fingers, she leaned forward and blew it out. And in the smoke-wisped dark, whispered in his ear, "The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. So there.
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ A Breath of Snow and Ashes ]
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