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WHEN Brummell was the great oracle on coats, the Duke of Leinster was
very anxious to bespeak the approbation of the Emperor of the Dandies
for a cut which he had just patronized. The Duke, in the course of his
eulogy on his Schneider, had frequent occasion to use the words my
coat.--Your coat, my dear fellow, said Brummell: what coat?--Why,
this coat, said Leinster; this coat that I have on. Brummell, after
regarding the vestment with an air of infinite scorn, walked up to the
Duke, and taking the collar between his finger and thumb, as if fearful
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