With or without her knowledge, with or without her consent, with or without her effort, she would sail onwards, away from Breaseborough, away from the smoke and the grime and the slag and the crozzle, away from stifling Dora, away from the hot fevered hours of study, away from the condescension of Gertrude Wadsworth and the rationed contempt of Miss Strachey, away from that snub about Mary Anning and the fossil bones.

If there were any colour to hide the blemishes of this misdisposition, it should be this crimson dye.

And to follow the delicious breeze like a tantony pig .

There was a great fyer in the chamber, the wether was colde, and I saw now and then a Bishop come out; (cited after Samuel Roffey Maitland, 1866, p. 8)