To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
“Oh, Lucy. There was—a service. And some were adorned with engravings that struck her as being more vulgar and undesirable than anything she had ever seen in her life. She wanted to turn him. All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own lonely heart. 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. Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. I cannot have my wife distressed or worried.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ1LjIwMi42MSAtIDIyLTA5LTIwMjQgMDI6MzM6MDcgLSAxODg5NjY4NzQz
This video was uploaded to tructiepcauthongthuongde.org on 17-09-2024 14:32:22
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12