"We are taking a shortcut,to save time (but where will we put it? In the bnks of wild thyme?)..."
"What is the fabric of time like, Black silk? A smooth twill, a rough tweed?"
"Eliza soundednstranded somewhere between a very expensive boarding-school and a brothel (or, to put it another way, upper-class)
literature for women at its worst. there's more outside, to us girls, than parents, aunts, little brothers, family lives...