“Let us go to that little place at the back of the Palace. Why do you think I’m indulging in all this very un-English love talk?’ ‘But you are idiot, Gérard. Now, you know where he is bound. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. I wasn't taught that; I simply fell into it from contact. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTUuMjM3LjMxIC0gMTAtMDYtMjAyNCAxNDowOTowNiAtIDE5OTY1MTg0MDA=
This video was uploaded to pok-ddal23.live on 09-06-2024 11:54:09
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8
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 - Resource Map: 9 - Resource Map: 10