The hansom sped through the crowded streets. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. I must tell somebody—and you would understand. Wood. " "Where did he get it?" inquired Wood, in surprise. It isn’t as though I haven’t done well. One realized indeed then where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but through which one saw—nothing. Here again the clothes were minus the labels. But we cannot discuss this here. If ever he requires my services, he shall find I'm not ungrateful.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQwLjIwMS41NyAtIDAyLTA2LTIwMjQgMTg6MjQ6MDkgLSAxODU4MTYxMTI0
This video was uploaded to brazilianportuguesetranslation.biz on 31-05-2024 07:22:41
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6 - Resource Map: 7