“What do we want? What is the goal?” asked Ann Veronica. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. Before she put on her sun-helmet, she paused before the mirror. “We’re going to be found out someday. They were only passers-by. ” Annabel laughed gaily. Never bought a shirt in my life, Mr. ‘You’re speaking the truth. Anna felt that her words had become charged with a fuller and more subtle meaning than any which she had intended to impart. Evidently her foresight has saved me a funeral.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExOS4xOS4xNzQgLSAyMy0wOS0yMDI0IDAwOjIzOjE5IC0gMTYwNjA0NDg3MQ==
This video was uploaded to theblogfullofgames.com on 18-09-2024 16:03:22
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9