“Not a bit of it,” he said; “it’s only a score in a game. ”
Ennison had things to say, but he looked at her and held his tongue. Below
her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond
moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. She would be
in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the
colored glass window with her embroidery. Every now and then her general presence became radiantly dazzling
in his eyes; she would appear in the street coming toward him, a surprise, so fine
and smiling and welcoming was she, so expanded and illuminated and living, in
contrast with his mere expectation. She felt it
would save explanations if she did not state she had left her home and was
looking for employment. ‘No need to shake in your boots,’ Gerald said soothingly. “Then turn round and go back there,” she directed. “As if it could possibly matter what such a
person thinks of you. .
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ0LjQxLjQ4IC0gMTUtMDctMjAyNCAxNDowNToyNiAtIDEyNzU2MjkzNjk=
This video was uploaded to indienet.info on 14-07-2024 14:58:34