For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Seductive, Passionate Hive Waiting alone in the Red Chamber, remembering its bloody history, with the passionate, sleazy sprightly piping of the Vicars flageolet wafting in from outside, David thought once more of William, the brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his lifes work. He was now, according to Countess Patience, drinking himself to death in the company of the hateful William. |
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