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And from then began the luck of the Tailor of Gloucester;
he grew quite stout, and he grew quite rich.
He made the most wonderful waistcoats for all the
rich merchants of Gloucester, and for all the fine
gentlemen of the country round.
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Never were seen such ruffles, or such embroidered
cuffs and lappets! But his button-holes were
the greatest triumph of it all.
The stitches of those button-holes were so neat—so
neat—I wonder how they could be stitched
by an old man in spectacles, with crooked old fingers,
and a tailor’s thimble.
The stitches of those button-holes were so small—so
small—they looked as if they had been made
by little mice!
