” The detective thrust his notebook into his pocket. His face was white. 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. But tell me how have you escaped from the confinement in which you were placed—come and sit by me—here—upon the bed—give me your hand—and tell me all about it. "I've lost my wager. The burden of decision had been transferred. "Vell, vell," growled Sharples, after he had listened to the other's remonstrances, "it shall be done. In the grate were some charred fragments of a marriage certificate.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTM4LjM1LjE5MyAtIDIyLTA5LTIwMjQgMTM6MzM6MjQgLSAxOTYwMzE0NTA5
This video was uploaded to theblogfullofgames.com on 22-09-2024 08:57:41
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12 - Ref13