At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. It isn’t all. He was a just man, and he did not care to start any thunder which was not based upon fairness. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ0LjEwOS4zNCAtIDIzLTA5LTIwMjQgMDM6MjI6MTEgLSAxMTkxOTcxNDg0
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 20-09-2024 06:17:57
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10