" There was a pause. Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. Even when you've a knave to deal with, let your actions be plain, and above-board. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ3LjY4LjE1OSAtIDIxLTA5LTIwMjQgMTI6NDA6MzYgLSA3ODUyMjM4MjU=
This video was uploaded to southwestbyways.info on 20-09-2024 09:53:59
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10