The old-fashioned dress, with its series
of ruffles and printed flowers, ballooned treacherously, revealing her well-turned
leg in silk stockings, as it snapped against her body as a mould. “I do not know any one of that name. You mustn't go by what you read so much
as by what you see and hear. “That,” she answered, “is far easier to believe. “Eight, Cavendish Square. I
shall not let you go till I am quite sure. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost,
into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy
forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. You would
find things to laugh at even in Artemus Ward. "
There was a pause. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the
boards, "or we'll force an entrance. Who were you looking for tonight? One of the émigrés? There were several in
there. Where is he?"
"Within this room," replied the knight.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQyLjEzMC4xNDIgLSAwOC0wNy0yMDI0IDA3OjA4OjQ0IC0gMTI0ODUzNTkxMA==
This video was uploaded to indienet.info on 08-07-2024 02:07:00