’ ‘No, sister, I know that, but—’ ‘You needn’t tell me. She is Bohemian to the fingertips. The man lingered. “What nonsense is this? What raving! My dear child, you DO live, you DO exist! You have this home. But I sent him the longest way about. Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. For many of them it will smirch us forever. As to the picture, I'll keep it myself, though, if you do go I shall need no memorial of you. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ3Ljc0LjIxMSAtIDIxLTA5LTIwMjQgMTQ6NDg6MTUgLSAyNjIxNzQzMzQ=
This video was uploaded to thiruvalluvan.com on 20-09-2024 01:14:53
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9