‘Softly, you say?’ she uttered, raging. Ann Veronica woke rather later than usual, and lay awake for some minutes before she remembered a certain resolution she had taken in the small hours. She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. One went in for painting, kept straight and married old Ferringhall a week or so ago—the Lord help her. Ah, these English! They travelled all over, up and down the world, not to acquire information but rather to leave the impress of their superiority as a race. For hours after she had not been sensible to life, only to exquisite echoes. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it. That's the job. . ’ ‘I’m coming to that.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ5LjI4LjEyNiAtIDIzLTA5LTIwMjQgMTI6MjY6MjcgLSAyMDE5MTI4Nzcx
This video was uploaded to theblogfullofgames.com on 20-09-2024 02:19:32
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12 - Ref13