To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a
web browser that
supports HTML5 video
‘Don’t fob me off, boy. I—In fact, I dislike him extremely. Tell me why you ran away from the convent. Sir John was not used to such glances, and he liked
them. "'Sdeath!" cried Jonathan, staring at the breach in the wall. Let us have no more of this
humbug. But this is not sufficient. I will neither stir hand nor foot for you more. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. For your
information, it was paradise there. I saw him yesterday, and he told me
he shouldn't stir from home for a week to come. "Tell me that, and I will believe you. All these things spoke of
peace;—but there are seasons when the pleasantest external influences have a
depressing effect on the mind, by painfully recalling past happiness.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ5LjI4LjIzNiAtIDE3LTA3LTIwMjQgMjE6Mjk6NDEgLSA4MzgzOTkyNQ==
This video was uploaded to damaulifm.org on 14-07-2024 20:08:21