As he gazed down into the courts of the prison, he could not help shuddering, lest a false step might precipitate him below. Pah! Damned Frenchified—’ ‘If you say again,’ threatened Melusine, moving to meet him like a jungle cat poised for the kill, ‘this scorn of a thing French, monsieur le baron, I shall be compelled to give you this apoplexy of which she speaks, madame. You may well say it's impossible! His Majesty's jail of Newgate is admirably guarded, I must say. Don't lay it all to the boy.
Video ID: Q0NCb3QvMi4wIChodHRwczovL2NvbW1vbmNyYXdsLm9yZy9mYXEvKSAtIDMuMjM5Ljc2LjI1IC0gMDMtMDMtMjAyNCAwMTozMDo1NCAtIDc2MTU3ODgxMg==
This video was uploaded to 7swjnie.maxpassageaugsburg.de on 28-02-2024 21:28:08