“Sort of man who can see no further than his nose,” he remarked contemptuously. Like the Valades, I imagine. The terrors and anxieties of the last few months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream, dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. Mary Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had taken her from this world. She used to play violin, you know. She would have to leave very soon.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ1LjIxNS44MyAtIDE5LTA1LTIwMjQgMDU6NDc6NDkgLSAxODI1MDk2MzYz
This video was uploaded to niigata.kosihikari.info on 17-05-2024 16:47:13
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12
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 - Resource Map: 10