“Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring in her ears. She turned her head to each side. I ought to have gone long ago. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. Earles answered, glibly. I don’t want you to talk to me now. I—I am a lovesick idiot, and not accountable for my actions. I'll be quiet. “I want to inquire,” said Ann Veronica. One mistress enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. When I've placed another skull and another halter beside them, I shall be contented.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyNy4xODMuMTUzIC0gMjEtMDktMjAyNCAxNzozNzowOSAtIDE2Mjg2MzU3ODc=
This video was uploaded to thiruvalluvan.com on 17-09-2024 12:58:29
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8