“Nothing can cheer me,” he said, “except champagne. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. He would get very cross one evening and no one would dare to remind him of it. His eyes were red.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ5LjIzMS4xMjggLSAxMy0wNi0yMDI0IDIxOjEyOjA1IC0gMTYyNTI1MTIy
This video was uploaded to motorsport-fotografie.info on 12-06-2024 10:07:36
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10
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