‘there, you are wrong. You are going out, Micawber, to this distant clime, to strengthen, not to weaken, the connexion between yourself and Albion.’
Charles Dickens. David Copperfield (1850)
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Blackadder: and then I will say to them (rising) "The kingdom of Albion is ours; you are doomed to lives of exile. Get out!"
Three-Fingered Pete: Exile?
Blackadder: Yessss, exile. For life!
Guy de Glastonbury: Why don't we just... kill them?
BBC. Blackadder, season 1: The Black Seal
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A DAUGHTER OF ALBION
A FINE carriage with rubber tyres, a fat coachman, and velvet on the seats, rolled up to the house of a landowner called Gryabov. Fyodor Andreitch Otsov, the district Marshal of Nobility, jumped out of the carriage. A drowsy footman met him in the hall.
Anton Chekhov. Love and other stories
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when the gallant young Oxonian (the bearer, by the way, of one of the most timehonoured names in Albion's history)