"A storm!" exclaimed the landlord. Coldly she spoke, in a distinctly accented voice. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. ‘What are you, a nincompoop? She was Nicholas’s wife, of course. " Himself.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExOC4xNDQuMTIgLSAyMS0wOS0yMDI0IDAzOjA4OjU4IC0gNjY5NjA2Njc1
This video was uploaded to thenextfuture.net on 19-09-2024 21:12:09
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10