While Ye Sleep In My

Healing Comes From The Healed; Not From The Physician.

I Thought The Force Of My Wanting Must Wake Ye, Surely. And Then Ye Did Come. . ." He Stopped, Looking At Me With Eyes Gone Soft And Dark. "christ, Claire, Ye Were So Beautiful, There On The Stair, Wi' Your Hair Down And The Shadow Of Your Body With The Light Behind Ye…." He Shook His Head Slowly. "i Did Think I Should Die, If I Didna Have Ye," He Said Softly. "just Then.

There Are Things That I Canna Tell You, At Least Not Yet. And I'll Ask Nothing Of Ye That Ye Canna Give Me. But What I Would Ask Of Ye---when You Do Tell Me Something, Let It Be The Truth. And I'll Promise Ye The Same. We Have Nothing Now Between Us, Save---respect, Perhaps. And I Think That Respect Has Maybe Room For Secrets, But Not For Lies. Do Ye Agree?

To See The Years Touch Ye Gives Me Joy", He Whispered, "for It Means That Ye Live.

I Dinna Know What's A Sadist. And If I Forgive You For This Afternoon, I Reckon You'll Forgive Me, Too, As Soon As Ye Can Sit Down Again." "as For My Pleasure..." His Lip Twitched. "i Said I Would Have To Punish You. I Did Not Say I Wasna Going To Enjoy It." He Crooked A Finger At Me. "come Here.