” He crossed himself and grinned. She felt herself shaking again. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. You have been her guardian angel. But are we any more free?” “Well?” “I mean we’ve long strings to tether us, but we are bound all the same. It seemed to him that speech would be an anticlimax. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. Where Saint Giles' church stands, once a lazar-house stood; And, chain'd to its gates, was a vessel of wood; A broad-bottom'd bowl, from which all the fine fellows, Who pass'd by that spot, on their way to the gallows, Might tipple strong beer, Their spirits to cheer, And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! II.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDEzLjU5Ljc1LjE2OSAtIDI0LTEwLTIwMjQgMTQ6MTU6MDggLSAyMjQyNjU1NzI=
This video was uploaded to betosfer.xyz on 23-10-2024 22:15:38
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12