For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Foreboding Shadows No; Harriet she who had always seemed so cold! was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the sweet orchard smell nor the gleaming, antiseptic operating theatre impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Doctor Argo, the amoral loving suitor she had turned so thoughtlessly away, had a full life in which he was lost forever in the wilds of the Amazon, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one perilous, renewed, savage girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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