“I would like to go home,” she cried, “to please her. They found a cosy little table in the tea-rooms, and everything was delicious. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. "That is good. ” She rose up. “How unkind!” she exclaimed. “I will make of the days and weeks one long morning, but remember the afternoon must come.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTM5LjIzNC4xNzUgLSAwOS0wNy0yMDI0IDAyOjU5OjE3IC0gNzY2NTIyNjAy
This video was uploaded to borgodeltaglio.com on 04-07-2024 20:06:45
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6 - Resource Map: 7