To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a
web browser that
supports HTML5 video
“I don’t think our engagement can go on,” she plunged, and felt exactly that
loss of breath that comes with a dive into icy water. She thought of all sorts of odd and desperate expedients,
and with passionate petulance rejected them all. She received into
her slack grasp the pistol and dagger, only half aware of taking them. “I knew Mr. But De Maupassant—sheer off! Stick to Dickens and
Thackeray and Hugo. I’ve seen Brewis Charvill, by the by. ’
‘Nonsense. "Maybe he realized that he was slipping fast and thought a fine action might give
him a hand-hold on life again. ’
‘Because I was a servant in the vicomte’s house? Things have changed. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she
thought to herself and smirked. "He hears me not! he's gone!"
she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I
shall never see him again!"
When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the
cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief. Having ascertained that a vessel
sails for France from the river at daybreak to-morrow morning, I have secured a
passage in her, and have already had the few effects I possess, conveyed on
board.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjExOS4xNjcuMjQ4IC0gMDctMDctMjAyNCAwOToyOTowNCAtIDM3NDU5OTY4
This video was uploaded to m.damaulifm.org on 05-07-2024 15:00:18