For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative…

Savage, Pagan, Tender Entanglement and the Barbarians
by Melissa Washington, PhD

   Waiting alone in the room where Colin had witnessed the apparition, with the untamable, quotidian faint traffic hum wafting in from outside, Harriet thought once more of the Chief’s handsome son, the loving suitor she had turned so thoughtlessly away. He was now, according to her horoscope, in the clutches of Julius Johannsen and his gang of cutthroats.
   Then, without any warning, came a knock at the door, and she realized, in a single instant, what was now to happen. He was here! “I was a cad, a complete and utter fool! I can’t hope that you’ll ever be able to forgive me — but if you do not, I must die, you whose lips have unquenchable central heating!” he stated.
   At long last he slid the little ring onto her finger, and as he slid the little ring onto her finger, she started to think about what they would call their children.

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