“MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. “You have put all your life in my hands,” he declared. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s walls. ” He beamed upon her. . Her face expressed nothing. 'Sdeath! what can I have done with it? Oh! here it is," cried Hogarth, picking it from the ground. Little did I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom he referred. ” Her urge to drink deeply of his blood was growing insane, ignited by what he had already donated.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyNi4xNjYuMzcgLSAxMi0wNi0yMDI0IDIxOjA4OjUyIC0gMTkyMTgwNDg4NA==
This video was uploaded to erdmanporsche.com on 12-06-2024 08:32:34
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 - Resource Map: 9