Let us suppose that 29 licences having been correctly renewed, by some overchance the 30th gets out of phase.

Big omnibuses, with horses three abreast, came leisurely along, crowded outside and in exclusively with males, all on business bent. Right before me was Market-street—a grimy shoppy street […]

This project / Should have a back or second, that might hold, / If this should blast in proof.

To have Uluru interpreted by an Anangu guide is far more fulfilling than trailing after the minga, or ants, as those who show their disrespect by climbing the sacred monolith are called.