For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Pagan Moon Waiting alone in the Red Chamber, remembering its bloody history, with the pagan fragrance of a new spring wafting in from outside, the softly-sobbing Becky thought once more of Long Constance, the brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his lifes work. He was now, according to persistent rumours, struggling for life in the intensive care ward. |
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