There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. She put her hand in his to be squeezed. ‘No, I don’t see much future in pursuing her down this passage. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQxLjQuMTc5IC0gMjItMDktMjAyNCAxMDo0OTo0NCAtIDQzODAyNDYwNw==
This video was uploaded to suzume-news.club on 17-09-2024 21:05:03
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8