No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. There was absolute quiet. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. The blades on the top spun faster and faster. Was it VERY horrible? I tried to get into the police-court, but the crowd was ever so much too big, push as I would. 9. Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIxOC4xMTguMjMgLSAxOS0wNS0yMDI0IDA3OjUzOjA4IC0gMTcwNDIxMDM2MQ==
This video was uploaded to hkbifen.com on 14-05-2024 21:12:54
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11
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