Seventeen hours, sixteen hours. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. Smith decidedly the plainest of the two. She battled with a deadly faintness, and she tottered rather than walked back to her seat. ‘You see, unlike you, mademoiselle, your cavalier here would not wish to be arrested. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTM3LjIyMy4xOTAgLSAyMi0wOS0yMDI0IDAyOjA5OjI4IC0gMTE2MzE5NDA0Nw==
This video was uploaded to thenextfuture.net on 17-09-2024 18:51:44
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9