To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. Arrived there, their first object was to seek out Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a lone habitation, situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in Southwark. “Oh, Lucy. ToC Jack was scarcely concealed when the door opened, and the two persons of whom he had caught a glimpse below entered the room. When he awoke, it was late in the day; but though he heard voices outside, and now and then caught a glimpse of a face peeping at him through the iron grating over the door, no one entered the prison, or held any communication with him. “He is very kind, Anna, really, and not half such a prig as he seems. She could tell it was new territory for him and he might lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of drink. ‘I wish you joy of the wench. “What are you doing?” he asked. A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTM3LjE4NC4zIC0gMjQtMDktMjAyNCAwNjozMTo0OSAtIDI2MDQxMzA4Ng==
This video was uploaded to tructiepcauthongthuongde.org on 19-09-2024 17:25:46
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9