To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a
web browser that
supports HTML5 video
Ruth had not expected to be kissed; so the omission passed unnoted. His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat. “Do you think that it is kind of you, Miss Pellissier,” he said, almost roughly, “to
ignore your friends so? In your heart you know quite well that you could pay
Sydney or me no greater compliment than to give us just a little of your
confidence.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExNy43LjIxNiAtIDA3LTA3LTIwMjQgMDA6MTk6MDggLSAxMzc2NTIyODIw
This video was uploaded to damaulifm.org on 04-07-2024 02:56:31