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Frederica affected a long white nightdress with full sleeves, and a yoke of broderie anglaise threaded with black ribbon. She liked to imagine this garment falling about her in folds of fine white lawn. It was in fact made of nylon, the only available kind of nightdress, except for vulgar shiny rayon, in Blesford or Calverley. It did not fall, it clung to Frederica's stick-like and knobby limbs, and she disliked its slippery feel. She was always too easily seduced, when buying clothes, by some Platonic ideal garment possibly, though not necessarily, also envisaged by the makers of the cheap imitations she could afford to buy. She would have had a Yorkshire sense of quality in cloth if she'd had the money to go with it. Lacking money, she refused to be shrewd about the second-rate.

They're like the perfect boots. The zip goes up the back of the leg, and the heel is an inch and a half high, the perfect heel height for winter boots: you can cycle in them but it still gives you a bit of a lift. They are totally perfect, and a lovely black leather (you can't tell from the picture but I've looked at them in the shop).