To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
. Sheppard. Think if your own mother was alive!” He paused, deeply moved. Gerald’s temper flared. Rather! Who could help it?” He towered up over her and smiled down at her in his fatherly way. Why do you think I’m indulging in all this very un-English love talk?’ ‘But you are idiot, Gérard. I hung around Harvard a little when you were there. She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal, as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch. Once more breaking through the hedge he took to the fields. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjE4OC4xOTAuMTc1IC0gMDItMTAtMjAyNCAxMDoyMTozNCAtIDE5MDI4MjkxOA==
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 28-09-2024 13:35:02