"
Jerry was not particular as to an exact fit. His nether garments
were several sizes too large for him, and the shirt would
complete his costume appropriately. He certainly did need a new
shirt, for the one he had on was the only article of the kind he
possessed, and was so far gone that its best days, if it ever had
any, appeared to date back to a remote antiquity. It had been
bought cheap in Baxter street, its previous history being
unknown.
Jerry decided to make the change at once. The alley afforded a
convenient place for making the transfer. He accordingly pulled
off the ragged shirt he wore and put on the article he had
purloined from Paul. The sleeves were too long, but he turned up
the cuffs, and the ample body he tucked inside his pants.
"It fits me too much," soliloquized Jerry, as he surveyed himself
after the exchange. "I could let out the half of it, and have
enough left for meself. Anyhow, it's clane, and it came chape
enough."
He came out of the alley, leaving his old shirt behind him. Even
if it had been worth carrying away, Jerry saw no use in
possessing more than one shirt. It was his habit to wear one
until it was ready to drop off from him, and then get another if
he could.
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