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"Your aren't feeling sorry for him, are you?" Roger demanded, incredulous.
She shook her head, but her fingers still moved lightly over the thick, soft page.
"Not... him, so much. It's just- the idea of anybody dying like that. Alone, I mean. So far from home"
No, it wasn't Donner she was thinking of. He put an arm around her and laid his head against her own. She smelled of Prell shampoo and fresh cabbages; she'd been in the kailyard. The words on the page faded and strengthened with the dip of the pen that had written them, but nonetheless were sharp and clear- a surgeon's writing.
"She isn't alone," he whispered, and putting out a finger, traced the postscript, again in Jamie's sprawling hand. "Neither of them is. And whether they've a roof above their heads or not- both of them are home."

ur An Echo In The Bone av Diana Gabaldon

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