As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. But the letter, written in his son’s own hand, and addressed to the Mother Abbess of the Convent of the Sisters of Wisdom near Blaye in the district of Santonge, dated a little over five years previously, exercised a powerful effect upon him. It’s only as if I’d begun to know you the day before yesterday or there-abouts. And by degrees, perhaps, that maiden distrust of yours that makes you shrink from my kisses, will vanish. .
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjE5MS4yMzcuMTk0IC0gMDItMTAtMjAyNCAwMTowMjowOSAtIDkzMjE2NTY5Mw==
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 28-09-2024 15:23:59