For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Immortal Waiting alone in the great, oak-panelled library, with the intensely unknowable shouts of the street hawkers wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of Senator Gwynne, the soldier-lover of her youthful imaginings. He was now, according to the best salon gossip, in the clutches of Oddman Volestrangler and his gang of cutthroats. |
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