For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Bloody, Ebony Castle
Waiting alone in the secret alcove they had both come to know so well, with the antediluvian sprightly piping of the Vicars flageolet wafting in from outside, the twice-jilted Holly thought once more of the Chiefs handsome son, the mysterious stranger with the large dog. He was now, according to the best salon gossip, lost forever in the wilds of the Amazon.
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