For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Illicit, Seductive Seasons
Waiting alone in the study, by the fiercely-staring portrait she so loathed, with the romantic fragrance of a new spring wafting in from outside, June she who had always seemed so cold! thought once more of Beth-Irving Lexington, the only man she had ever really loved. He was now, according to the best salon gossip, prospecting for silver in the Andes.
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