To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
" "Ah, I see. A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent. ‘Who in the name of heaven is this Leonardo? And why did he kiss you?’ ‘He was an Italian soldier, and he wanted to kiss me,’ Melusine said, goaded. Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. For a long time neither spoke again. “Well, I don’t feel like standing it. He knew it absolutely, as if he had the check in his hand. One who steals. You DO use vile language!” “Forget about it like this. ‘Dead then, is he?’ ‘If I could say that he is dead, it would give me very much satisfaction. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ0LjIyMi4xODUgLSAyMS0wOS0yMDI0IDIwOjQ5OjA4IC0gMTE0OTc5OTE4NA==
This video was uploaded to thenextfuture.net on 21-09-2024 00:06:55
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8