CHAPTER IX. One can't help being jealous, you know, even of an unworthy object. If you ride past the church, and mount the hill, you'll come to Neasdon and then you'll not have above half a mile to go. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. "It's more than I am," muttered Thames. "You are an angel," she cried, with a look beaming with delight.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMjIuMjE2LjAgLSAwMi0wNi0yMDI0IDIxOjMyOjU1IC0gMTExNTYzNDM3Ng==
This video was uploaded to brazilianportuguesetranslatorincanada.info on 02-06-2024 09:44:40
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6