He returned figuratively to his bed—the bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie. "Choose, Jack. “That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured. Stanley determined to improve the occasion. ‘Very well, Kimble. That window there…. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. " "And all the time you loved her?"—appalled.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIxNi43NS4yOCAtIDExLTA1LTIwMjQgMTE6MjQ6MzUgLSA5MjE1OTYyMzc=
This video was uploaded to g-zaporozhe.info on 07-05-2024 23:24:25
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8
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