To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. " "For mercy's sake, go on!" cried Winifred. ‘Sleeping like a baby, he is. Red apples and snow! How often had these two things entered his thoughts since his wanderings began? Red apples and snow!—and never again to behold them! "I am going out for a little while," she said. And then at the street corner she came face to face with Nigel Ennison. You come to England, and hide in a secret convent in London. But still you have told me of my real mother when I thought it was Suzanne Valade. “I’ve been through all that,” she went on, after a pause. But at least it gave her more time. “Are you in a hurry? Will you come in and have some coffee?” He hesitated, and glanced towards her companion. ” She pulled a small blue box out of the pocket of her hoodie. They began the evening like usual, driving down highways and byways.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTM5LjgzLjk2IC0gMjItMDktMjAyNCAwMTo0NTozOCAtIDE3NzU4MTAwOTI=
This video was uploaded to tructiepcauthongthuongde.org on 20-09-2024 12:02:43
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11