For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Darkest Lair Waiting alone in the study, by the fiercely-staring portrait she so loathed, with the perilous rank odour of decay wafting in from outside, Simon-Dorothy, even lovelier if possible in her grief, thought once more of Fulsome Sneaky Legs Dahley, the man she had belonged to so completely. He was now, according to the gypsy woman, seeking a new life as a Foreign Legionnaire. |
Return to a familiar clime | Your next carriage awaits |