F. "You've been quizzing my friend Kent, I perceive, in your Burlington Gate. The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. The house will be well rid of him, for a more idle, good-for-nothing reprobate never crossed its threshold. You were dying and your baby along with you. A woman’s shoe lay on the threadbare carpeting. Wood,—Winifred fainted in the arms of a female attendant,—and Wood standing beside them almost in a state of distraction. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. ’ ‘Please forgive, milor’, but my wife, and even I myself, have yet very much trouble with English.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ5LjI1MC4xMSAtIDIxLTA5LTIwMjQgMTI6NTU6MDkgLSA2NzY2MzI0MTI=
This video was uploaded to bikemoab.info on 19-09-2024 15:02:33
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9