’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro. In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. She loved to be there, taking part in it all, breathing it, being it. “Damn! Things are getting plainer. Then Capes shifted his eyes to her microscope and the little trays of unmounted sections beside it.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjE4OC4yNDIuMjQgLSAyOC0wNi0yMDI0IDA5OjM0OjIwIC0gMTU0MDc3MzU4
This video was uploaded to fairlopwaters.info on 28-06-2024 00:24:13
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