" There was a pause. The unfortunate woman was stretched upon the floor, with a bloody knife in her hand. “But I’m afraid you are going to be in a hopeless minority here as regards me. Please sit down, Miss —dear me, I haven’t asked you your name yet. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled. The Project Gutenberg EBook of Anna the Adventuress, by E. But her husband, whose deportment to her was considerably changed since the fatal knot had been tied, paid no attention whatever to her grief. All we have to apprehend is a rescue.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjE4OC4xMzEuMjU1IC0gMjItMDktMjAyNCAwMDozNzo1NSAtIDEwMTMxODQ0MTg=
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 20-09-2024 01:00:15
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12 - Ref13