And, though it's a long time ago, I feel as sore on the subject as ever. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. Figg! In a few minutes, all will be over. “I am afraid your broken dinner engagement will not be so easy to explain.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ3Ljc1LjIyMSAtIDIyLTA5LTIwMjQgMDg6MzM6NDggLSAxMTA3NjI5NTQx
This video was uploaded to southwestbyways.info on 18-09-2024 20:33:49
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11