Then her fingers moved. “I did it for love of you,” he said. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. ‘She wormed it out of me, the little fiend. His face was much handsomer than Gianfrancesco’s, his lips thinner, his brow much more noble and wise.
Video ID: Q0NCb3QvMi4wIChodHRwczovL2NvbW1vbmNyYXdsLm9yZy9mYXEvKSAtIDM0LjIyOS42My4yOCAtIDMwLTExLTIwMjMgMDU6MjQ6MjMgLSAyODA3MzQ3NTk=
This video was uploaded to unair.info on 27-11-2023 12:08:02