“Sir John!” Annabel gasped. He regarded that perennial miracle of pinning with wrathful eyes. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake. ‘Don’t dare address me by such a title. “Ferringhall, were you or were you not dining last night at a certain restaurant in the Boulevard des Italiennes with—la petite Pellissier?” Now indeed Sir John was moved. Who could say that the girl's father had not once been a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon the beach? She was cynical, this spinster. His kisses drew deeper, he started unlacing her dress. "If you knew how much importance I attach to your answer," he continued passionately, "you would not refuse me one. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTMzLjEzOS4yIC0gMjQtMDctMjAyNCAwMjozMDozMyAtIDE4MTg0MjUxNjI=
This video was uploaded to smicorporate.biz on 19-07-2024 06:12:36
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