"If you can't do any magic, where the hell did our clothes go in the first place?"

I fancy the clothes went after him at once, we may find the rest yet.

This did not mean they thought the clothes had gone down-market.

But then they couldn't bear the clothes to go in together.

My clothes and I must go through the ritual of renewal.

But my clothes, just from hanging upstairs, are still going to smell like fish.

Just dry your clothes and go back to the mine.

Those clothes go directly from the design room to the store, and retail is a problem right now.

When they pass from fashion, the clothes go to her mother in Seattle, who is the same size.

All our clothes went, however, and I am the only man with a respectable coat.