"The sheep turned in my direction, like a sick old woman too weak to raise her head from the pillow."
"On the way back to Culduie, I offered to once again carry the basket, but Flora explained that it had not been that the basket was burdensome, only that she wished to have me carry it for her."
"It is not the blow that causes greatest distress, but the anticipation of it, and I existed at this time in a state of anxiety which increased with each passing day."
"He lay face down on the earth, his eyes wide, chest pumping like a landed fish. I now had time to properly measure my stroke and when I next brought down my weapon, the blade properly entered his skull with an unpleasant sound like a boot being sucked into a peat-bog."
"‘One man can no more see into the mind of another than he can see inside a stone,’ he said eventually."
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