To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a
web browser that
supports HTML5 video
"
"Oh, no,—no," replied Mrs. Courtlaw opened his lips, but
remained silent in the face of her imperative gesture. The second is to
somehow meet Lady Ferringhall. They are arbitrary
and unjust and dogmatic and brutish and lustful. I have come thirteen thousand miles for this young fellow;
I'm ready to go galloping thirteen thousand more. But if she smiled at all it was with her eyes. “You are one of those
who must know all about it. Do help me, Lady Ferringhall. "What are you waiting for?" asked Jack, impatiently. A
full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of
"right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him
of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and
bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. "If you won't disclose your name, I will for you!
You are Jonathan Wild!"
"Further concealment is needless," answered the other, pulling off his wig and
black patch, and resuming his natural tone of voice; "I am Jonathan Wild!"
"Say you so!" rejoined Kneebone; "then be this your passport to eternity. Quite
soon, after we were married—it was just within a year—I formed a friendship
with the wife of a friend, a woman eight years older than myself. She makes me feel terribly old-fashioned.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ0LjExMy4xNTkgLSAwNy0wNy0yMDI0IDA0OjQ2OjAwIC0gMTUwMDkzNTU5Nw==
This video was uploaded to kooplokaalmontferland.info on 04-07-2024 08:44:25