To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a
web browser that
supports HTML5 video
Part 5
After the interview Ann Veronica considered herself formally cut off from
home. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to
Ruth, my dreams. ‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding
her be of good cheer, hurried off. But you must
come this way now. His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality;
they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then
frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. Built and paved with stone, without beds, or any other sort
of protection from the cold, this dreadful hole, accounted the most dark and
dismal in the prison, was made the receptacle of such miserable wretches as
could not pay the customary fees. At this place of refuge,
situated in the heart of Wapping, near the river-side, he arrived in less than an
hour, in a complete state of exhaustion. From this peaceful scene Jack's eye fell upon
Jonathan, who, seated upon the stile, under the shade of an elder tree, was
evidently watching him. I know that you are all my friends, and I know that you all have very good
advice to give me. Still, that leaves over a million shrines short, not
reckoning widows who re-marry. Lucy thought he was the most handsome man in the
entire world. One of
your aunts died, I believe, and the other removed to London. “It couldn’t be.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDUyLjE1LjU2LjkgLSAwNS0wNy0yMDI0IDEwOjEzOjE1IC0gNTE0OTkwNzE=
This video was uploaded to damaulifm.org on 02-07-2024 01:23:57