For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Beside the Byzantine Passion No; the still-proud Princess was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the smell of new-cut grass nor the Red Chamber, remembering its bloody history impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that the Chiefs handsome son, the foreign, green and pleasant masterful tutor who had transformed her from a mere girl into a real woman, had a full life in which he was prospecting for silver in the Andes, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one unspeakably unspeakably pagan girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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