’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. You take them. And then scratched it out and wrote instead, “Gérard”. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. “Garçon,” he said, “will you ask the gentleman at the next table if he will do me the honour of taking a glass of wine with me. Every drop of blood in her body glowed and expanded. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. The curtains which she had left drawn were open, and the electric lights were turned on. Nor, he would wager, had the heroic Monsieur Valade, who had rescued her from that life and brought her to England, taught her in that short time all that Gerald was certain she knew of men.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ1LjgxLjIzMiAtIDE4LTA1LTIwMjQgMTg6NDY6MTEgLSA4MDc4NTgyMjc=
This video was uploaded to siguava.com on 17-05-2024 09:26:11
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9
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