Poor
girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the
allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. On regaining his breath, he began to consider whither chance had led him; and,
rubbing his eyes to clear his sight, he perceived a sombre pile, with a lofty tower
and broad roof, immediately in front of him. “Hotel Ritz!”
Chapter XXXI
ANNA’S TEA PARTY
“I suppose you haven’t the least idea who I am,” Lady Lescelles said, as she
settled herself in Anna’s most comfortable chair. I won't keep you long. ‘There was a priest,
the father confessor, you understand. Her brown curls were pulled tight in a severe
chignon. "How do I know you are a friend?" asked Darrell.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExOC4yNTIuMjQxIC0gMDktMDctMjAyNCAwMjo1Mzo0OSAtIDExOTU1OTQzMDY=
This video was uploaded to damaulifm.org on 04-07-2024 18:58:07