To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
’ Gerald tutted. Annabel laughed a little uneasily. “And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. E. "Mr. ” “Is it necessary,” he said, “for me to tell you——” “Stop, please,” she said firmly. The winters were terrible in cold climates, and she often had been driven to dig herself large underground pits where she waited it out like a mole in the cold months. She had heard of women journalists, women writers, and so forth; but she was not even admitted to the presence of the editors she demanded to see, and by no means sure that if she had been she could have done any work they might have given her. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyMi4xMTEuMjQzIC0gMTEtMDYtMjAyNCAyMzo1OTowNyAtIDE5NjY1MzAxMDI=
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 11-06-2024 07:46:33
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6