For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Between the Enchanted Encounter
Waiting alone in the little walled garden, with the tender, intensely barbarian smell of new-cut grass wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of Baron Francisco, the man she had belonged to so completely. He was now, according to the gypsy woman, prospecting for silver in the Andes.
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