" And he led the way to an inner room, in the middle of which stood a table, covered with a large white cloth. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. Me, you may have. How old are you?’ ‘I have nineteen years, and it is quite unimportant. Gods! what it must be to pour out strong, splendid verse—mighty lines! mighty lines! If I do, Ann Veronica, it will be you. ’ The gentleness in his voice nearly overset her. Women and men had always flocked to him, covetous of his knowledge, his riches, and if all else failed, his carnal expertise. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. Other phrases returned now, like echoes. Or did he? Perhaps he had found another. If I had never met anything of you at all but a scrap of your skin binding a book, Ann Veronica, I know I would have kept that somewhere near to me. It’s just that I want to say.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ3Ljg1LjE3NSAtIDE5LTA1LTIwMjQgMDc6MDI6MDUgLSAxOTY1MDI2MjQ4
This video was uploaded to 18h.love383.xyz on 17-05-2024 14:33:35
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10
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