To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
"So, stir your stumps, Saint Giles; and, if you mean to lock us up, use despatch. “Young lady! Are you sure you’re of legal age to be smoking those cigarettes?” “No, I’m not of legal age. Then they would leave and she would go back to being alone. ‘That is settled then. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. Ah, if I had written that!" "Don't you want to live?" "I don't know; I really don't know. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. Death belongs to God, young man. Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTI5LjIxLjQ3IC0gMjEtMDktMjAyNCAyMzoxOToyMCAtIDIxMTI0ODgyODg=
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 17-09-2024 10:54:47
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11