" "Ruth what?" "Enschede; Ruth Enschede. Everyone has gone away again, so that I can do so all alone. ‘What are you, a nincompoop? She was Nicholas’s wife, of course. Sheppard. E. and Mrs. He found himself thinking up all the psychology which he had ever read. “I do not blame him. In a moment or two, Madame Valade recovered her sangfroid. She had found the location of his firm on the internet on a library computer, tracing him to this place in New York where he practiced criminal law. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois. But that was soon put right, and she walked out into London with a peculiar exaltation of mind, an exaltation that partook of panic and defiance, but was chiefly a sense of vast unexampled release.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExNi44MC4zNCAtIDIzLTA5LTIwMjQgMDI6MzM6MTEgLSAyODI3NDU5NzY=
This video was uploaded to thenextfuture.net on 19-09-2024 11:12:00
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10