"I don't know what I think," Wood answered sulkily; and he bent his eyes upon the water, as if he wished to avert his attention forcibly from the scene. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. He laughed suddenly, and released her. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. ‘I don’t know that I dare. He winced from the wasp-like sting. “I know. You could not have aided and assisted us more effectively by trying to drown yourself in the sea.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTMzLjEyNy4zNyAtIDIxLTA5LTIwMjQgMTI6MjM6MDMgLSAxODk0ODA5ODQz
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 21-09-2024 04:01:27
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9