To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. I have suspected him of possessing a skeleton key to my apartments. ’ ‘Ah, non?’ Her voice was neutral. Jolly nose! the bright rubies that garnish thy tip Are dug from the mines of canary; And to keep up their lustre I moisten my lip With hogsheads of claret and sherry. Her father read a draft prospectus warily, and her aunt dropped fragments of her projects for managing while the cook had a holiday.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ3LjYwLjYzIC0gMjEtMDktMjAyNCAyMDo1ODowNiAtIDE5MDI2MTI4MDg=
This video was uploaded to thenextfuture.net on 18-09-2024 04:12:29
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11