They looked out over the city, grim and silent now, for it was long past midnight. McClintock never threw away any advertising matter; in fact, he openly courted pamphlets; and they came from automobile dealers and great mail-order houses, from haberdashers and tailors and manufacturers of hair-tonics, razors, gloves, shoes, open plumbing. You, Anna, are one of them. She confided in me yesterday. But women—women as a rule don’t throw themselves into things like that. “You are coming right out into life—facing it all. Pardon what I have said, Madam. CHAPTER XXIV.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExNy4yMjkuNDQgLSAwMS0xMC0yMDI0IDE2OjE2OjEyIC0gNTE1NDc2NDU3
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 30-09-2024 04:55:07