By a nice British compromise, the enforcement car — visible just then as a white spot on the television screen — has nothing externally to show its police affiliation, but unlike the CID's nondescripts, carries two large policemen in uniform.
She protested she could not read for a part which obliged her to appear in no more than a bra, a corset, and high-button shoes.
There, in their several worlds, they find the harmony which they so sorely miss in the midst of mankind. Poetry, which embodies such refugitive attitude, is called the poetry of refuge.
I thought ye would never have given out these arms till you had recovered your ancient freedom: but you are all recreants and dastards, and delight to live in slavery to the nobility.