By his side sat a remarkably stout dame, to whom he paid as much attention as it was in his iron nature to pay. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. This unexpected interpolation might spoil the efficacy of all that had gone before. Had he had the child to think of, he might have recovered from his grief at Mary’s death.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ0LjMwLjIzNiAtIDAzLTEwLTIwMjQgMTI6NDM6MDggLSAxMzAyOTk2Mjg5
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 02-10-2024 21:21:41