For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
And the Brightest Season
Waiting alone in the humble comfort of old Xaviers hovel, with the silver far-off clamour of the playing fields wafting in from outside, Beth, even lovelier if possible in her grief, thought once more of dashing Larry Weiland, the sensitive genius who had known her in ways even she did not suspect. He was now, according to her horoscope, the hapless captive of mind-devouring space aliens.
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