\" He panted, wiping sweat off of his brow with a towel. She looked and felt like a fairy princess. Guiltily, she felt very little for him, and yet she wondered what he would be like. "I haven't offended you?"—not contritely but curiously. He came along, he said, just to call, with large, loud apologies, radiantly kind and good. But this revulsion was engulfed by the succeeding waves of pity and understanding. “Do you think he’s still around?” She paused thoughtfully.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTUuMTQuODYgLSAyMC0wOS0yMDI0IDIwOjQxOjUxIC0gMTg2NTkwMTU0Nw==
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 18-09-2024 19:07:17
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12