"Mother!" cried the son, "help!" "What is this?" shrieked Lady Trafford, raising herself on the couch, and extending her hands towards him. " The Wastrel tried to reach Ruth's lips. McClintock does it; and he knows why. Their faces were masks of abject horror, sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding. He had not addressed to her even the most ordinary courtesy of fellow travellers; she doubted that he was even aware of her existence. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. “But who could have lent you money?” “I pawned my pearl necklace. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ0Ljk5LjIyNyAtIDAyLTA2LTIwMjQgMDk6MTU6NDEgLSAxMTUyNTYxMzMy
This video was uploaded to portuguesetoenglishtranslator.biz on 01-06-2024 06:17:48
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6