They wore black suits, which were slightly greasy, slightly frayed, and even Richard, who counted himself among the sartorially dyslexic, felt there was something odd about the cut of the coats. They were the kind of suits that might have been made by a tailor two hundred years ago who had had a modern suit described to him but had never actually seen one. The lines were wrong, and so were the grace notes.“这伤没白受,转身来到巨熊的身边,舞弄半天终于把巨熊的身皮毛撕了下来,这么冷的天,我得为自己作件衣服了,按照以前的衣服的形式,慢慢的改造着,不会件貌似像破棉袄的上衣搞定了。”