’ ‘Sir!’ came from Trodger, and the booted feet clattered off and out of the front door. “The Widgetts,” she said. “And so you have been thinking?” her father began, quoting her letter and looking over his slanting glasses at her. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. ’ A little sigh escaped her. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. ’ ‘People are silly. I came to beg you instead to do me the honour of becoming my wife.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ3LjY5LjE0OSAtIDI2LTA2LTIwMjQgMTg6MzI6MzkgLSA0MDU1MDc5NjE=
This video was uploaded to live-sport.live on 23-06-2024 01:16:04
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6 - Resource Map: 7 - Resource Map: 8