She became angry with herself. “I would like to go home,” she cried, “to please her. Now that she was his, to make or mar, she presented an extraordinary fascination. And nothing to tell her where to begin. A maidservant held the front door open. “She has nothing to be afraid of,” he continued. Secretly she was gratified to be assigned to the rôle of an old traveller. She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying. ‘That—that—why do you speak of him?’ ‘Because I feel you ought to know,’ Gerald said calmly, but rising and watching her closely, ‘that all your trouble may be in vain.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTM5Ljg1Ljc0IC0gMTMtMDktMjAyNCAwNDowNzoyNyAtIDIxMjYyOTg3MDY=
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 09-09-2024 05:48:26
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11