In an atlas, too, the land is man's, and all coloured to show his claim to it — in vivid contrast to the universal independent blueness of the sea.
He at length escaped them by derning himself in a fox-earth.
'While I was in the Rani's TARDIS, I made an adjustment or two.' He chuckled, remembering the occasion.
Or failing that, it must be sweet to be a famous beauty, a golden-haired divinity, like that fashionable enchantress whom she had seen often on the boulevards and in the Champs-Elysées—a mignon face, a figure delicate to fragility, almost buried amidst the luxury of a matchless set of sables, seated in the lightest and most elegant of victorias, behind a pair of thoroughbred blacks.
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