"But I'm a blackguard, too, Ruth. It isn’t. But, though the latter was somewhat embarrassed by his burthen, he peremptorily declined Jonathan's offer of assistance. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. They are arbitrary and unjust and dogmatic and brutish and lustful. Entranced, he stared at the name. It had been part of her wedding trousseau, a gift from her family to his. CHAPTER XXIII.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyNy41Mi43IC0gMjMtMDktMjAyNCAwNToxNjoyOSAtIDIwNDg5Nzg4Nw==
This video was uploaded to tructiepcauthongthuongde.org on 22-09-2024 05:57:51
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8