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    Definition: stories where the central plot is driven by a romantic relationship.


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      The-Morning-After-Chapter-05

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      by webnovelverse They sat at the little table and talked and danced again. The dancers grew fewer, the dining room emptied, but they did not notice. Then, abruptly, James looked at his watch. "We must go." When they reached her apartment, she gave him her key and they came in together. Only one small light burned on a table. But this time he did not take her in his arms. He watched as she turned on the shaded lights. Then they sat together on the divan and talked; talked of things that did not matter, because they did…
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      The-Morning-After-Chapter-04

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      by webnovelverse But she did not really believe that she would have to. Surely he would remember to believe in her. Surely he would phone. But the hours went by and he did not call; the days went by and he did not come to see her. When she opened her Sunday paper, his face smiled out at her, and beside it was the face of his fiancée. The girl was pretty, Claire admitted it, but there was something about the close-set eyes that she did not like. "This happy young couple," the caption under the picture read, "will…
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      The-Morning-After-Chapter-03

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      by webnovelverse She knew then that whatever he asked of her she would give. "All right." She nodded. "Phone me later." And she trailed up the store aisle, to the Bride's Shop. The evening paper carried pictures of her and James, with a good-natured story of the morning's stunt. She had played her role; it was time to step out of his life, for safety's sake. But danger could be sweet! What would please him, she wondered, as she glanced over her frocks. A bronze metal, she decided, for bronze brought out the topaz of…
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      The-Morning-After-Chapter-02

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      by webnovelverse Claire stood there in her misty bridal veil, smiling. Her brown hair waved softly about her face, her white skin shone like the petal of a gardenia, her cheeks were pink and her curved lips were red as cherries. In her hand she carried the scroll as a bride carries a prayer book. She saw Rubye fall back, gaping. She turned to James Harvey Nash. His gray eyes were filled with amazement, yet they held hers, searching, asking. His mouth was stern, but as she smiled at him she saw it relax. They stood…
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      The-Morning-After-Chapter-01

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      by webnovelverse The tense, angry voice caught Claire's ear. "In plain words, this is blackmail. Do you realize that?" Claire set her coffee cup down carefully on the yellow breakfast plate and glanced at the yellow wall of her kitchenette. That was the trouble with this apartment. Her kitchenette adjoined the living room of Rubye, night club hostess, and she could hear everything that went on, whether she wanted to or not. But the place was within walking distance of downtown, so she kept on living there. “So…
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      River-of-Perfumes-Chapter-04

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      by webnovelverse But his problem bristled with practical difficulties as Barrett explored what he was undertaking. Escape from the house was impossible; Tou Dac's men guarded every exit from the gardens, for white man or house-boy, and Nanya was now dressed as one. There was but one way left open: back to the sampan waiting at the wharf. And that sampan would be swooped upon by another, bearing Tou Dac, hot for his girl and aided by a dozen retainers. Where would Tou Dac attempt the abduction? Somewhere during that…
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      River-of-Perfumes-Chapter-05

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      by webnovelverse "Mawng Shwé!" That piercing silvery voice was no sampan man's. It arrested them all. They glanced back at her. Nanya stood dragging at the dagger within her coolie robe. She was tensed to leap to his help. She had not jumped overboard. Her accents held extreme terror for the life of her love. The raiders grinned diabolically. They had them both now. The Prince would come to... Two faced her way; the rest crouched to close in on Barrett and finish him. "Don't! Keep away, Nanya!" He bared clenched…
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      River-of-Perfumes-Chapter-06

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      by webnovelverse It was no longer the River of Perfumes, but a river of stinks and industrial smells. Tall black factory chimneys in the night; rice mills; moored steam launches, lighters. All slept in the dead of night. Then came a faint tang of salt air, and Barrett quickened his strokes. Lagoons; the lighterage port of Thuan-an; and then, at last, tramp steamers anchored out in the offing. Barrett hailed one: "Ship ahoy! Can you take a couple of passengers?" A gabble of Malay from some serang on watch. "Am waking…
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      River-of-Perfumes-Chapter-03

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      by webnovelverse Much later, Barrett's detachment asserted itself. The girl was now content just to sit up and look at him; then a fresh wave of affection would come and she wanted his arms again. She was completely and utterly in love with him. Her eyes danced, sparkled, blazed, invited; repelled in sheer mischief, only to relent and invite again. Her laugh was like music, her voice caressing, wise, merry, deep with feeling as she talked. Barrett wondered when, if ever, she would return to the normal, rather disdainful…
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      River-of-Perfumes-Chapter-02

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      by webnovelverse She was. Tou Dac moved fast. Within two hours, Barrett saw commotion at the water-gate of the palace along the River of Perfumes. Paper lanterns bobbed agitatedly. An illuminated orchid, rose-violet and pale yellow, came floating swiftly upstream. An enormous orchid of silk on a sampan it was, with its purple tongue curving over from astern as a sunshade and canopy. The swift thumps of its oar betokened haste. Barrett called his boys and hastened to the wharf. The Annamese rower jumped out and looped a…
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