To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a
web browser that
supports HTML5 video
Part 4
But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed
her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with
its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped
furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and
had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. But first,’ said Melusine with determination, ‘I will find that
which I came to find. Ennison started and looked
anxiously at Anna. What does it matter? I am not a
pauper, Annabel. "Tush!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, angrily. Annabel seated herself in an
easy chair and determined to wait for her sister’s return. She
had known that Remenham House would be deserted, for Martha—released, as
she had carefully explained to her charge, by her vows to God from servitude
and obedience to Nicholas Charvill, a mere mortal—had begun a
correspondence with a friend of her youth, Mrs Joan Ibstock, née Pottiswick.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDEzLjU5LjgyLjMgLSAyMi0wNy0yMDI0IDAzOjI5OjA3IC0gODMwODY4NzY5
This video was uploaded to kooplokaalmontferland.info on 21-07-2024 08:16:31