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     ”Did you know that Dougal wants us to marry?” I demanded bluntly.
     His expression cleared. “Oh, aye. I knew that.”
     ”But surely,” I said, “a young man like yourself; I mean, isn’t there anyone else you’re, ah, interested in?” He looked blank for a moment, then understanding dawned.
     ”Oh, am I promised? Nay, I’m no match of a prospect for a girl.” He hurried on, as though feeling this might sound insulting. “I mean, I’ve no property to speak of, and nothing more than a soldier’s pay to live on.”
     He rubbed his chin, eyeing me dubiously. “Then there’s the minor difficulty that I’ve a price on my head. No father much wants his daughter married to a man as may be arrested and hanged any time. Did ye think of that?”
     I flapped my hand, dismissing the matter of outlawry as a minor consideration, compared to the whole monstrous idea. I had one last try.
     ”Does it bother you that I’m not a virgin? He hesitated a moment before answering.
     ”Well, no,” he said slowly, “so long as it doesna bother you that I am.” He grinned at my drop-jawed expression, and backed toward the door.
     ”Reckon one of us should know what they’re doing,” he said. The door closed softly behind him; clearly the courtship was over.

- pg. 255, Outlander by Diana Gabaldon