“More shirts, you say? I need Egyptian cotton for your shirts and very hard to
come by, Mr Sorbay. The ships from the Middle East are full of
wounded soldiers and Egyptian wheat.” Jack
Shakes shook his head. “Even if I could beg a little cloth from my
hard-working neighbours, what do you do with your lovely shirts? You get blood all over them. My boys and I work all night, cutting and sewing
and stitching works of art, beautiful shirts, and you splatter them in blood
and gore. My better customers treasure
their clothes. But you, Mr Sorbay, words fail me.” Sowerbutt
burst out laughing. “Better customers, I’m your best customer. A dozen
shirts every few months, trousers, jackets; I keep you in business.” Jack
Shakes tut-tutted. “Does a great artist paint, so that his masterpieces are
thrown away? Does an author write for his literary tomes to be torn up?”
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