He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. She was frowning, but it was evident that her initial fright had left her. After all, it was really rather funny. “We have a small studio,” she murmured, “in the Rue de St. ’ That wonderful poster—is of you. " The young woman laid a finger on her lips, cautioning O'Higgins to silence. " Miserably his thoughts shuttled to and fro in search of what he knew she wanted —a love story.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjE5MS43OS4xMDMgLSAwOS0wNi0yMDI0IDE1OjE0OjQ0IC0gMTMwMTY0NDE3Mw==
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 06-06-2024 00:09:00
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6