To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. You have been to me like a mother, not only a wetnurse. Amid a litter of nails without heads, screws without worms, and locks without wards, lay a glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their owner was wont to term "his right hand and his left.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQxLjI4LjEwNyAtIDMwLTA5LTIwMjQgMjE6NDM6MTIgLSAxMTk1MjcyMzc1
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 30-09-2024 17:17:42