For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Tawdry, Burning Trouble No; Lady Mitzi was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the sprightly piping of the Vicars flageolet nor the little walled garden impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that young St. John, the perilous only man she had ever really loved, had a full life in which he was seeking a new life as a Foreign Legionnaire, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one ebony, passionate girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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