"This," said the proprietor, tranquilly, borrowing his way to where Archie stood and exhibiting a saffron-coloured outrage, which appeared to be a poor relation of 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 centers.
"But, honestly, old soul, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but that isn't a suit, it just a regrettable incident."
(from The Indiscretions of Archie, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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