He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. Keeping to the shadow of the house, he crept forward until he could see better without, he hoped, being seen. She despises me, I suppose. ’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTYuODEuMzMgLSAyNy0wOS0yMDI0IDE4OjQ0OjI1IC0gMTUyMDU1MDA4MA==
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 24-09-2024 10:24:05