Jeeves looked up. “Paul, are you certain?” “I felt …if there is any chance,” Seppings looked to Anatole, fussing over their midnight supper. “Mr. Glossop say. He is drunk.” “Mrs. Travers wishes Mr. Wooster to marry Miss Travers?” “They get on well.” “I see,” said Jeeves. At 4, Mr. Wooster rang. “Jeeves, we must hie.” “Sir?” “The aged r … Please.” They left well before dawn. “Sir, may I ask?” “I heard something.” “Sir?” “I can’t give you up. I won’t.” “Sir?” “Dash it, Jeeves, stop sirring.” “I’ll protect you, beloved.” “We’ll get home and snuggle, then?” “With great pleasure.”
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Date: 2012-10-14 05:20 pm (UTC)Jeeves looked up. “Paul, are you certain?”
“I felt …if there is any chance,” Seppings looked to Anatole, fussing over their midnight supper.
“Mr. Glossop say. He is drunk.”
“Mrs. Travers wishes Mr. Wooster to marry Miss Travers?”
“They get on well.”
“I see,” said Jeeves. At 4, Mr. Wooster rang.
“Jeeves, we must hie.”
“Sir?”
“The aged r … Please.”
They left well before dawn.
“Sir, may I ask?”
“I heard something.”
“Sir?”
“I can’t give you up. I won’t.”
“Sir?”
“Dash it, Jeeves, stop sirring.”
“I’ll protect you, beloved.”
“We’ll get home and snuggle, then?”
“With great pleasure.”