“To the young man himself,” he answered, “no! I simply object to his calling
here two or three times a week during my absence. His demeanour then was sober enough to lend
colour to that belief. But that, and that sort of thing,
is just a day-dream. She would never again be
lonely. ’
‘Secret passage, is it?’ The sergeant seemed to brighten at this. She shut her lips hard, her jaw hardened, and she set herself to struggle with
him. A chill ran through
his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him,
prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. The room seemed a vacuum. That blow made me a thief.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ2LjM0LjIxNSAtIDAyLTA3LTIwMjQgMDQ6NTA6MTYgLSA4MjIzODMwMDk=
This video was uploaded to indienet.info on 29-06-2024 15:44:21