Being a Chinaman in blood and instinct, he despised all spinsters; they were parasites. “I think she would,” she decided. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. Wood, sharply. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. He saw what he had done only as it related to Ruth. She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjE5MS4yMjMuMTIzIC0gMDUtMDctMjAyNCAyMDoyNzoxMiAtIDU5NjY4MDE0OQ==
This video was uploaded to fairlopwaters.info on 04-07-2024 20:15:23
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 - Resource Map: 9 - Resource Map: 10