To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
” Anna promptly alighted with the letter in her hand. “It is Rhea’s infant. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. ” “I didn’t mind that little argument. The doctor walked over to the bed, folded his arms across his chest and stared down into the unabashed eyes of his patient. Alas! that the punishment of his offences should fall on her head. Just my room.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQxLjMwLjIxMCAtIDI0LTA5LTIwMjQgMTI6MDg6NTEgLSAyOTY3NTg0NTI=
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 19-09-2024 17:14:36
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12