The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. “How are you?” He asked, realizing she was unnerved by the very sound of his voice. The house will be well rid of him, for a more idle, good-for-nothing reprobate never crossed its threshold. Immediately beneath the pulpit stood a large circular pew where malefactors under sentence of death sat to hear the condemned sermon delivered to them, and where they formed a public spectacle to the crowds, which curiosity generally attracted on those occasions. He lives near the Black Lion.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIxOC4yMTIuMTAyIC0gMjEtMDktMjAyNCAyMDo0NDoxMyAtIDEyNzY5NjkzMDA=
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 21-09-2024 10:39:59
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11