” He smiled, and she felt love for him in that moment as the smile lit up his ebony eyes, eyes whose blackness seemed unfathomable. She screamed as she saw that their throats had been ripped out and their dead eyes bulged with horror as their heads lolled from mere strings of sinew and flesh. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings. But I found it no laughing matter, I can assure you. All the rest of our lives would be together then, Ann Veronica.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTM1LjE4NC4yMSAtIDE5LTA2LTIwMjQgMjI6MTY6MzMgLSA0NzQyOTU1NDU=
This video was uploaded to portuguesetoenglish.biz on 16-06-2024 10:22:09
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6 - Resource Map: 7 - Resource Map: 8 - Resource Map: 9