To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video
“What has he done? “What shall I do. She wanted to come, and I wouldn't let her. He realized that he was committed to the path across the fields, an uninteresting walk at the best of times. Like a petulant child he snapped. Constance Widgett’s abundant copper-red hair was bent down over some dimly remunerative work—stencilling in colors upon rough, white material—at a kitchen table she had dragged up-stairs for the purpose, while on her bed there was seated a slender lady of thirty or so in a dingy green dress, whom Constance had introduced with a wave of her hand as Miss Miniver. ‘It must seem strange to you at first. "I've a good mind not to speak to you again, Sir!" cried Winifred, with difficulty repressing a tear of vexation; "you've acted unfairly. It’s true. White assented. "My name is Darrell," said the fugitive hastily.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyMi4xODIuNjYgLSAyMi0wOS0yMDI0IDA2OjMyOjI2IC0gMTk1NTUyMjI5Mw==
This video was uploaded to woodsdrivingschool.com on 17-09-2024 07:39:44
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10