There was a pause. And then - well, it was a wrench, but I did it. I unstripped the cummerbund and handed it over.
'Do you wish me to press this, sir?'
I gave the thing one last, longing look. It had been very dear to me.
'No,' I said, 'take it away; give it to the deserving poor - I shall never wear it again.'
'Thank you very much, sir,' said Jeeves.
The Inimitable Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
