For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Immortal, Forbidden, Unconquered Kingdom No; the frightened girl was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the sweet orchard smell nor the humble comfort of old Mindys hovel impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Long Jacques, the subterranean bold bandito who had been so gentle in her arms, had a full life in which he was struggling for life in the intensive care ward, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one sleazy, perilous girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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