For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Of the Barely Ebony, Verdant Fears
Waiting alone in the full knowledge that her fate was now sealed, with the intensely chelonian, uncivilized far-off clamour of the playing fields wafting in from outside, Gwynne she who had always seemed so cold! thought once more of Mark Niven, the brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his lifes work. He was now, according to the best salon gossip, a prisoner in the very castle he had once owned.
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