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271 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 31, 2015

“Such I was, from eight to eight and twenty; and such I might still have been but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth! What do I not owe you! You taught me a lesson, hard indeed at first, but most advantageous. By you, I was properly humbled.”

"Darcy fingered the folded missive, his thumb running over her name in his script.
Miss Elizabeth Bennet: such a beautiful name to precede these words of burden."
‘ Yet now those thoughts were darker, blanketed with soot from her scorching words as he now had the distinction of knowing he could not have her should he choose it.’


“He wanted to hate her, to let his disappointment soak into that part of his heart that she still occupied, and evict her. But he still filled with warmth, and that heart, wounded yet still traitorous, beat with a rapid tattoo at the perfect image of her in his mind…poured out once again upon the page a confession—a plea of mercy. Release me of your hold!”

'For the first time, Elizabeth considered her response to Darcy’s proposal at the parsonage. And like a pebble dropped in a pond, once introduced, the thought rippled, expanding until she could think of nothing else. She was troubled by her intemperate words.'

“It does not pain me much at all, Miss Bennet. Thank you for your kind attentions.” Darcy paused, held his breath, and feeling a little confidence embolden him at having her keep his handkerchief, added recklessly, “The pain I believe would leave entirely if you were to kiss it.”



“Your wit astounds me, your grace beguiles me, and heaven help me, I am undone by your beauty. This evening, while you read your book in the parlour, I watched you worry a curl by your ear. I assure you the distraction caused me to lose the game of cards. All I could think was that I wished I could worry them all!”

'My dearest Elizabeth,'
Elizabeth wept again with a stupid feeling of relief that he had so recently addressed her thus. Encouraged by this endearment, she read on.
'Yes, Elizabeth, you are my dearest and shall be forevermore.'
‘His eyes became glossy as he felt his battered heart knit together the jaded edges where past hurts once festered.’
“But there is no conflict in my heart, no burden. There is simply not room enough for anything but you.”
“Elizabeth.” The word poured from Darcy’s lips before he could stop it. She was always on the edge of his thoughts and the cusp of every breath.’



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