To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. “Perhaps,” she said, “it is the London climate. '—'No fear o' that,' thought I. And I heard ‘Alcide’ sing, and that little dance she did. The rooks were cawing amid the boughs, and all nature appeared awaking to happiness. He looked no longer at his wife. But I can give it its name now. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. My mother shall never degrade herself by a connection with you.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQyLjE5Ny4yMTIgLSAwMi0wNi0yMDI0IDAzOjUzOjUxIC0gODg0MTU1NzYy
This video was uploaded to portuguesetoenglishtranslation.info on 31-05-2024 10:28:50
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6 - Resource Map: 7 - Resource Map: 8 - Resource Map: 9