She bent down. If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. Bounding the corner of a garden wall, he came upon his former place of imprisonment. "Then I'll have it before to-morrow morning," said the keeper of the New Prison, to himself. “You propose, then,” she remarked, “that I shall still be saddled with a pseudo husband. Mr. Sepulchre's. By chance I went to one who had known you in Paris.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTI5LjY4LjMgLSAyMC0wNS0yMDI0IDIwOjE1OjQ2IC0gMTA3NDI0MTY2OQ==
This video was uploaded to erdmanporsche.com on 16-05-2024 18:56:47
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10
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