For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Stranger in the Tender Shadow 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
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