’ ‘It’s not that,’ the nun said urgently, ‘but I’ve remembered something important. Only she is not Madame Valade at all. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the souls of women against the fate of their conditions. He took a sip of punch and commenced his relation. Bottles and glasses usurped the place of dishes and plates. "But if it is thy will to take me from him," she continued, as soon as her emotion permitted her,—"if he must be left an orphan amid strangers, implant, I beseech thee, a mother's feelings in some other bosom, and raise up a friend, who shall be to him what I would have been. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. Let him not bear the weight of my punishment. He passed but a cursory glance over the formal certificate that identified the Frenchman before him as one André Valade, distant cousin to the Vicomte Valade.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTMzLjEyNi4xOTkgLSAyMS0wOS0yMDI0IDIyOjUxOjA0IC0gMTk1OTgzODAwNw==
This video was uploaded to tructiepcauthongthuongde.org on 20-09-2024 04:39:18
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11