There it is. ’
‘Indeed?’ said Gerald, surprised. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. "I lost a very valuable one some time ago. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!"
"Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?"
"Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry
O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. "I suspect our friend has thought better of it, and won't come," he remarked. It was a moment or two before Gerald, opening his eyes on the girl’s
astounded expression, recollected himself sufficiently to pull out of the
extraordinary impact she’d had on him. The fellow
swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold,
and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. "Spare him!" cried Mrs, Sheppard, who fancied she had made some impression
on the obdurate breast of the thief-taker,—"spare him! and I will forgive you,
will thank you, bless you. She was trembling a little.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ1LjE4Ni4yMDQgLSAwMi0wNy0yMDI0IDA5OjQ3OjU4IC0gMTMxMzA0MDYzNQ==
This video was uploaded to damaulifm.org on 30-06-2024 04:12:39