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The Doctor was in the TARDIS control room, freshly scrubbed and groomed, his face clean and shining. His mop of curly fair hair was restored to its usual springily uncontrollable state, and he wore one of his horrible multi-coloured three-quarter-length coats. He seemed to have an endless supply, each one just as ghastly as the last.
He was tying an eye-scorching cravat, red with big blue spots. It clashed perfectly with his yellow trousers, purple spats and green shoes.

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„Is that not the expression? Forgive my English.‟ „Yeah. That‟s a point. Where do you really come from?‟ asked Peri. „Originally?‟ „I come from Hungary, the Count from Scandinavia.

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