carline ScoE dialect , auch: carlin ScoE

I could talk to Carline, when she kept quiet and let me.

Carline ran the other man through and kicked another in the face.

Grief sat heavy upon him Carline had taken the news well.

Additionally he was glad to be away from Carline for a little while.

Her eyes wide in outrage, Carline turned to the guard.

Carline had earlier been laid to rest in the cemetery.

The door flew open and Carline rushed into her brother's arms.

Roland said nothing, and Carline remained silent for a time.

He didn't think he wanted to bring up Carline's name here.

There came a cracking sound from the floor and Carline leaped to her feet.

A guard took Carline by the arm and began to drag her up the stairs.

Carline spent more time with her mother and daughters in Hampstead.

Carline stepped back, her face ashen, looking as if she'd been slapped.

He also wished to see Carline again, though he didn't speak of this to anyone.

Suddenly Carline's scowl vanished, and in its place a small smile appeared.

Carline stopped the complaint with an imperious wave of her hand.

Another man came scrambling upward, and Carline delivered a death blow to him.

The first man turned reflexively at the sound, and Carline drove her sword into his side.

Combing her hair out, Carline turned to face her brother.

"Still, I would love to be there when you meet Carline again with a wife and son in tow."

Sharpe stared at Carline, and his voice was conversational no longer.

Carline stepped over and said, "I will prepare the meal, boy.

The Duke hurried out to her, having been told of Carline's return.

To be sitting here like a caged bird," said Carline.

Carline smiled, with a gleam in her blue eyes.