"There's Sharples," cried Quilt. It was in her eyes—the big thing that comes but once. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. ‘What’s more, I wouldn’t blame her. “If you were to ask me,” he would say, “I should say Blinders is straight.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExOC4xMjguMTA1IC0gMjEtMDktMjAyNCAxNjo0NzozMyAtIDk3MDcwMDA1Nw==
This video was uploaded to woodsdrivingschool.com on 17-09-2024 11:57:58
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10