To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
" "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. ” Chapter XXXII SIX MONTHS AFTER Up the moss-grown path, where the rose bushes run wild, almost met, came Anna in a spotless white gown, with the flush of her early morning walk in her cheeks, and something of the brightness of it in her eyes. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjE5MS42OC4xOCAtIDIzLTA5LTIwMjQgMTE6MzA6MzMgLSA4NDYwODYxNjI=
This video was uploaded to tructiepcauthongthuongde.org on 20-09-2024 10:57:23
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12 - Ref13 - Ref14