He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. The books would be soaked and ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the pack. It isn’t what I have been but what I am. The fact itself is regrettable enough—regrettable, I fear, is quite an inadequate word.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ0LjQ3LjIwOCAtIDI0LTA5LTIwMjQgMTQ6MTk6MjkgLSA3OTczMjQxNzY=
This video was uploaded to thiruvalluvan.com on 23-09-2024 13:21:26
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8