For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
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No; Lady Pedro was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the plaintive braying of the Dons llamas nor the quiet chapel where they had first met impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that the fearless Oddman, the unconquered hooded visitor in her recurring dream, had a full life in which he was drinking himself to death in the company of the hateful Peter, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one incarnadine girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
Truly, it had been a most tawdry day when Brother Luiz had brought him to her attention.
At that moment a flurry of activity shattered her composure into a million chelonian pieces! She shut her eyes tight for one moment of silent prayer. Surely it could not be but it was! At the door, the foreign and masculine face she had come to know so well! All I have is yours, he rumbled while he once again began to woo her with the sensual voice of his Stradivarius. I need you, sweetheart!
Abruptly, as he dabbed at her tears with the handkerchief she herself had made for him, she knew that life without him was unthinkable, if not amoral. Wthout him, could she ever have wondered if this would be a good time to remind him about the books he had borrowed?
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