She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. The stench was cheese-like and unbearable and Lucy dry-heaved. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. " "But how in the Lord's name was she brought up? There's a queer story back of this somewhere. Emile’s fist crashed into her temple and stars exploded in her vision. His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes blood-shot.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyNC42LjE4NSAtIDAyLTA2LTIwMjQgMTE6MTg6NDggLSAxMjEyMTc3NTQx
This video was uploaded to dogtrainingengineering.online on 02-06-2024 00:29:09
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6 - Resource Map: 7 - Resource Map: 8 - Resource Map: 9