eliza

So why hadn__ he confronted me? Why hadn__ he torn through my lies and forced me to own up that I__ caught him in a Binding? It wasn__ like he could just brush this off. And that smile before he left, as if he__ been pulling my leg to see my reaction_I shook my head. Ryan was certainly providing his fair share of riddles. There was the tiny possibility he was still clueless and was just teasing me, but I doubted anyone could be that naïve. Even him. My mind began to tick over, desperate for an answer. Only one other thing stuck out in his behaviour. Maybe he was going for a fair exchange strategy. He wouldn__ question my secrets, in the hope I wouldn__ question his.Now that was naïve.

My heart almost vaulted out of my chest. I was snuggled against Ryan__ shoulder. We were burrowed under the cloak and sleeping bag, and my hand rested on his cheek, about to swat the stray hair that had fallen over my face. This wouldn__ have been so bad, if not for one tiny detail.Ryan was awake.

Serving [Hamilton's] legacy didn't just mean commemorating him, though: It also meant continuing his work. [Eliza] crusaded against slavery, as Hamilton had. And this widow of an orphan helped to found the first private orphanage in New York. That's the real power of a legacy: We tell stories of people who are gone because like any powerful stories, they have the potential to inspire, and to change the world.

On opening night, standing under the Rogers's marquee, [Lin] realized that if Eliza's struggle was the element of Hamilton's story that had inspired him the most, then the show itself was a part of her legacy.

My jaw went slack. Private rooms? Great, the button thing had been a step too far. Either he was totally getting the wrong impression__t least, not the impression I wanted to give__r_no. I didn__ want to consider the possibility he might know. People didn__ hide in forests in the middle of the night to protect themselves from a Binding. I was just weird like that. Rather, I had no choice, but_argh, what was I going to do now?!

HIGGINS [sitting down beside her] Rubbish! you shall marry an ambassador. You shall marry the Governor-General of India or the Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland, or somebody who wants a deputy-queen. I'm not going to have my masterpiece thrown away on Freddy.LIZA. You think I like you to say that. But I haven't forgot what you said a minute ago; and I won't be coaxed round as if I was a baby or a puppy. If I can't have kindness, I'll have independence.HIGGINS. Independence? That's middle class blasphemy. We are all dependent on one another, every soul of us on earth.LIZA [rising determinedly] I'll let you see whether I'm dependent on you. If you can preach, I can teach. I'll go and be a teacher.HIGGINS. What'll you teach, in heaven's name?LIZA. What you taught me. I'll teach phonetics.HIGGINS. Ha! Ha! Ha!