To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
“Dear old Daddy,” she said, “he’ll make a fearful fuss. ” “Damn!” he remarked at the defaced letter; and, taking a fresh sheet, he recopied what he had written. ’ ‘Damnation!’ Gerald burst out, crossing towards her. His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop. He had certain orders from which on no account was he to deviate. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the souls of women against the fate of their conditions. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIxNi4yNTUuMjUwIC0gMzAtMDktMjAyNCAxODoyODoxOCAtIDc4MjEyODI0
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 28-09-2024 13:34:32