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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!

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