And since then we have come to know each other very well in the way women understand each other.

I love her dearly.
"Euan, she will not admit it, but she is mad about Lieutenant Boyd--and it is as though she had never before loved and knows not how to conduct.

Which is strange, as she has been so courted and is deeply versed in experience, and has lived more free of restraint than most women I ever heard of.

Yet, it has taken her like a pernicious fever; and I do neither like nor trust that man, for all his good looks, and his wit and manners, and the exceedingly great courage and military sagacity which none denies him.
"Yesterday Lana came to my little room in our Bush House, where I sleep on a bed of balsam, and we sat there, the others being out, and she told me about Clarissa, and wept in the telling.

What folly will not a woman commit for love! And Sir John riding the wilderness with his murdering crew! May the Lord protect and aid all women from such birds o' passage and of prey! And I thought I had seen the pin-feathers of some such plumage on this man Boyd.