The Honey-Pot

wrong somewhere, I suppose. I don't think about it like you do. And it's all right for girls like me. Perhaps it's the only thing. You'll never want to see me again. That's the one part that doesn't

hen I wasn't looking all the same and disappeared for three days. She couldn't help it, poor dear. It was just her nature. I expect I

on the dressing-table. I don't want it. Fred Woolf will be looking after me. Take it, do please. What's t

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