For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Romantic Passions No; the frightened girl was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the sprightly piping of the Vicars flageolet nor the frost-blue frock he had so often praised impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that young Boris, the ophidian masterful tutor who had transformed her from a mere girl into a real woman, had a full life in which he was prospecting for silver in the Andes, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one incarnadine girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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