To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
“Go on!” “You know—in Paris they coupled my name with some one’s—an Englishman’s. "The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with increased embarrassment. But shurely I'd know that vice," he added, turning his lantern towards the janizary. The Oriental waterfronts were rank with the stuff. Valade, who was standing by her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented air. Both ladies were on easy and friendly terms with all that was best in Morningside Park society; they had an afternoon once a month that was quite well attended, they sometimes gave musical evenings, they dined out and gave a finish to people’s dinners, they had a full-sized croquet lawn and tennis beyond, and understood the art of bringing people together.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExOC4xOS4yMTYgLSAxMi0wOS0yMDI0IDIwOjI3OjM4IC0gMjQyOTM5MzQ0
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 08-09-2024 07:36:18
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9