The little spot of rouge was vivid enough now by reason of this new pallor, which seemed to draw the colour even from her lips. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. I haven’t, anyhow. Seldom they molested a woman who appeared to know where she was going and who kept her glance resolutely to the fore. ‘She?’ ‘Damnation!’ He saw her frown, and added at once, ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ2LjM0LjIzMyAtIDA3LTA3LTIwMjQgMTM6MDE6NDUgLSAyNTc0NTQxMzQ=
This video was uploaded to erdmanporsche.com on 06-07-2024 23:38:06
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9
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 - Resource Map: 10