Lucy’s solos were exquisite in their precision and expression. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. "But I wish her hand had been as deadly as yours. Her faithful servant struggled, with her assistance, to rise. Hastening to the spot where he had tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware Road. She saw it, and checked without thinking. Even you have not been able to hold her back. O God! O God!" And he appeared convulsed with agony.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTM5LjgzLjk2IC0gMjQtMDktMjAyNCAwNzozNDo0MSAtIDM3MjQxMTI2NA==
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 20-09-2024 18:25:24
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12