bouquet-bottles

Updated: June 24, 2025

Berkeley heard it in silence; his head still hung down, his color changing, his hands nervously playing with the bouquet-bottles, shutting and opening their gold tops. "No yes I know," he said hurriedly; "I have no right to expect it, and have been behaving like a cur, and and all that, I know. But there is one way you could save me, Bertie, if it isn't too much for a fellow to ask."

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