For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Immortal Bedside
Waiting alone in the gleaming, antiseptic operating theatre, with the looming far-off clamour of the playing fields wafting in from outside, Lady Harold thought once more of dashing Mitzi von Lincoln, the masterful tutor who had transformed her from a mere girl into a real woman. He was now, according to The Times, a prisoner in the very castle he had once owned.
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