Life as a Victorian student (Belle)

I had made it to Oxford University! I couldn’t remember how this had happened – or what I was ‘reading’ – or why I had travelled back in time to the 1890s, or when I had become a 20-year old man. I was, however, very much enjoying my ground floor room with a lovely view over the green grass of what I later understood was called a ‘quad’

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