To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
Sir John hesitated. Her companion was a person of no inferior condition. Anna watched her with curious eyes. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. I have an idea that you are in some sort of trouble.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ0LjIyNy45IC0gMDEtMTAtMjAyNCAyMDoyNDo0NSAtIDQ1MDQyMjc5NA==
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 27-09-2024 17:45:49