She sat on the edge of the bed overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms. “Why, it’s David!” he exclaimed. “Prom committee does this, silly. Anna merely glanced at the coarse, flushed features, and at once shook her head. Another long interval elapsed. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. He glanced at Miss Klegg again, and spoke quickly and furtively, with eager eyes on Ann Veronica’s face.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyMi4xNjguMTYzIC0gMjItMDktMjAyNCAxNzo0MjoyMiAtIDY2MTA4MDMwNA==
This video was uploaded to thenextfuture.net on 20-09-2024 03:15:44
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10