"I am trying to hatch a similitude for what you are doing at Bridewell," Eliza returned. Then, sensing that this answer had been none too informative, she straightened her spine, like a cat, and turned her face toward Daniel. She was so beautiful that he flinched. "Gold is meant to be fungible—an ounce of it here is no different from an ounce in Amsterdam or Shahjahanabad."