unearths some literary gems.
From Death in Fancy Dress, by Jefferson Farjeon
[Note: Though this is catalogued, like his other books, under J. Jefferson Farjeon--in fact, the lending library adds "Joseph Jefferson" in parens--the title page merely says Jefferson Farjeon.]
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And above all, in every sense, a mammoth beret. Not the happy beret of a Borotra, but an endless expanse of dark ribbed stuff that flowed over the side of your head almost down to your neck, giving you the feeling that you were in deep mourning for a pancake.
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He had put on his overcoat, but the loud slacks were not obliterated. They shouted for nine inches below where the overcoat ended.
