A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. "Well, like or not, I'm greatly pleased with it, and must beg it from you as a memorial——" "Of what?" she interrupted, startled by his change of manner. Perceiving he was about to take leave, Kneebone ventured to ask whom he had had the honour of addressing. The poor fellow's half smothered. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. I could not love you else. Tears sprang to her eyes. Her usual dignified reserve had availed her nothing.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMjEuNDYuOTIgLSAyMS0wOS0yMDI0IDE0OjQ4OjE2IC0gMzc0NTg1Mjg3
This video was uploaded to thiruvalluvan.com on 21-09-2024 04:08:44
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10