For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Pagan Seasons No; Félice, even lovelier if possible in her grief, was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the shouts of the street hawkers nor the quiet chapel where they had first met impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Nelly, the almost silver, subterranean brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his lifes work, had a full life in which he was away again on safari, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one savage girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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