'This,' said the proprietor, tranquilly, burrowing his way to where Archie stood and exhibiting a saffron-coloured outrage, which appeared to be a poor relation to the flannel family, 'would put you back fifty dollars. And cheap!'

'Fifty dollars!'

'Sixty, I said. I don't speak always distinct.'

Archie regarded the distressing garment with a shuddering horror. A young man with an educated taste in clothes, it got right in among his nerve centres.
'But, honestly, old soul, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but that isn't a suit, it's just a regrettable incident!'

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