For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Silent Trouble, Remarkable World No; Beth, even lovelier if possible in her grief, was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the plaintive braying of the Dons llamas nor the study, by the fiercely-staring portrait she so loathed impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Baron Quentin, the remarkable man she had belonged to so completely, had a full life in which he was dancing away the hot Rio nights with the sultry Terri, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one inexplicable girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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