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1 " Stories, particularly the bad ones, are told in their own time. "
― Jess Kidd , Things in Jars
2 " women should have the uncontested right to enter the medical profession, being, as a general rule, notably less stupid than men. "
3 " The moon knows; she sees all. "
4 " Follow the fulsome fumes from the tanners and the reek from the brewery, butterscotch rotten, drifting across Seven Dials. Keep on past the mothballs at the cheap tailor’s and turn left at the singed silk of the maddened hatter. Just beyond you’ll detect the unwashed crotch of the overworked prostitute and the Christian sweat of the charwoman. On every inhale a shifting scale of onions and scalded milk, chrysanthemums and spiced apple, broiled meat and wet straw, and the sudden stench of the Thames as the wind changes direction and blows up the knotted backstreets. Above all, you may notice the rich and sickening chorus of shit. "
5 " This is a practical woman, or at least a woman who finds it practical to be able to fit through doorways, climb stairs, and breathe. "
6 " You must never watch a leaving friend out of sight, else you'll not see them return. "
7 " he takes a pew, then has a spit and a snort for himself, for he is a muculant man of prodigious phlegm and these present London conditions, what with the raining and the flooding, are of no assistance to him. "
8 " Here is time held in suspension. Yesterday pickled. Eternity in a jar. "
9 " For this is their parting: as sudden and slow, surprising and foreseen as any parting. Between together and apart: an eyeblink and all of eternity. "
10 " The raven turns in her element and the world turns too, confirming what she already knew: she is the centre of everything. "
11 " Sir Edmund’s home is an architectural grotesque, the ornate facade the unlikely union of a warship and a wedding cake. A riot of musket loops, carved shells, liquorice-twist chimneys, mock battlements, a first-floor prow, and an exuberance of portholes. On the carved stone pediment above the wide front door Neptune cavorts with sea nymphs. The lower-floor windows are festooned with theatrical swags of stone starfish and scallop shells. For all this, the house looks unlived in. "
12 " And all at once Bridie is filled with the hot rage that comes over any sane woman who rails against her market price, or the damnable fact that there is a market price in the first place. "
13 " isn’t it a gentleman’s primary occupation to look rather than be looked at? "
14 " autumn warmth, fuller-bodied and lovelier than summer heat, with the mellow dying of the season in it. Bridie "
15 " Some specters rattle doorknobs and throw cats and fog looking glasses. "
16 " At best she had viewed poor Lydia as a dress-up doll, at worst an inconvenience, like February or indigestion. "
17 " Bridie has a plan. "