To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
" "You may go, and welcome, Madam!" rejoined Kneebone, spitefully. It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. I saw him yesterday, and he told me he shouldn't stir from home for a week to come. I fought. If only he had known it, sympathy was almost entirely with him. ‘Tie a horse behind the carriage?’ he echoed incredulously. And then! a garment that was conceivably a secondary skirt. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. He left that arid rule clear of the least mist of refinement or delicacy. And this idiot, he has threatened to arrest me and make them take me to prison.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMjIuMTgxLjQ3IC0gMjMtMDktMjAyNCAyMjoyOToxMiAtIDE3NDM0MjYyNg==
This video was uploaded to southwestbyways.info on 23-09-2024 17:24:01
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10