“I saw you in a sort of sloping, slippery place, holding on by your hands and slipping. I could never have talked to you like this, forgetting everything that parts us, forgetting even your age, if I did not love you utterly. Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door. You’d better not have all the money on you; you had better open a small account in the postoffice and draw it out a fiver at a time. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIxNi4yMDAuMTA2IC0gMjQtMDktMjAyNCAwMzozNzowMiAtIDExMzQzOTIwMDQ=
This video was uploaded to thenextfuture.net on 21-09-2024 14:57:05
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12