The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. Then he stepped briskly to his feet and bent over the wounded man. She spoke with an entirely false note of cheerful offhandedness. "I suppose I was mistaken," returned Gay. He remembered it suddenly.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyMi4xNjcuMTgzIC0gMjEtMDktMjAyNCAxNDowNDoyMyAtIDMwMjk4NDM5Mg==
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 20-09-2024 10:25:40
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12