In another moment a huge wave, like a muddy tidal bore, but almost scaldingly hot, came sweeping round the bend up-stream.
This, gather’d in the Planetary Hour, With noxious Weeds, and spell’d with Words of pow’r Dire Stepdames in the Magick Bowl infuse;
Mehe swager wooner deh nowt at aw fer 'is kenship. 'e is a coont.
He wore a black button-down shirt and gray slacks. […] On his feet, he wore his lucky shoes. The TARDIS blue was the only real color on him.
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