The more she disentangled the lines of her situation the deeper grew her self-disgust. "I am one. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window. " A little too much of the former, perhaps; as the windows being unglazed, the prisoners were subjected to severe annoyance from the weather and easterly winds. They were sure to catch up with her. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyMy4xNzEuMTYyIC0gMjItMDktMjAyNCAxOTozNjo0OCAtIDE2NzE3NjcwMjM=
This video was uploaded to usavacationcenters.com on 18-09-2024 23:11:14
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9