“Lift up one corner of the curtain for me. Pearls in the dawn light, flashing and burning! "You don't like your island?" "I hate it!… But, there!"—weariness edging in. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. ” John’s father added, “I came home to find Carolyn in a panic and fire trucks outside my son’s bedroom. She was as fair as the lily of the lotus. Sections and pages had been pasted together, and all through both Testaments a word had been blotted out.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExOC4xODYuMjAyIC0gMjQtMDktMjAyNCAxMTozNjozNiAtIDY0MTQxNjMwMQ==
This video was uploaded to tructiepcauthongthuongde.org on 19-09-2024 16:03:50
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12