To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
There was the stile on which Jonathan had sat, and he recollected distinctly the effect of his mocking glance— how it had hardened his heart against his mother's prayer. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience. He was confounded by the presence in which he found himself. Hurry to me, I entreat you.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExOC4yMjYuNjYgLSAyMi0wOS0yMDI0IDAwOjQzOjAzIC0gMjExMjg4NTMxOA==
This video was uploaded to tructiepcauthongthuongde.org on 21-09-2024 13:52:07
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8