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648 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 13, 2016
“By viewing from a different angle, one’s observation is enhanced.”

“Darcy listened with head unbowed, another text flashing in his memory. What I have written, I have written. Pontius Pilate had said that, hadn’t he? How many texts did he know without realizing it? It must have something to do with wearing the clerical garb, he decided. But it gave him the perfect reply to Lady Catherine.
“What I have prayed, I have prayed,” Darcy said quietly. “And now if you will excuse me, ma’am, I have a sermon to prepare.”

“Eavesdropping is my principal talent. Unfortunately,” he added, “the Church of England does not make use of the confessional, or I would know more.”

“Since when is love important in marriage? Scores of married couples do not get on in private. This is why a large estate is beneficial.”
“Never again,” she lamented, “shall I look at a chicken without thinking of this tragic night.”
“He could plead insanity, a pleasant thought.”
Charles,” wailed Miss Bingley. “You did not! The Bennets are nobodies.”
“Mr. Bennet is a gentleman,” said Lady Catherine crisply. “The favor, young woman, is being conferred upon your family, not hers.”

“Only one note at a time,” he said, twinkling. “Much to the disappointment of my sainted mother. She was most insistent about lessons.”
“But your mother died when you were very young,” she protested, “or so Father was given to understand.”
Darcy refused to be deterred by this slip. “Ah, but one is never too young to begin learning to play,” he quipped. “And how clever of you to guess her last words to me. ‘William,’ she said, ‘you must practice!’”
Elizabeth broke out laughing. “How wretched you are! To jest about your poor mother!”
“Darcy could only stare. These sentiments were lifted directly from his aunt, who gloried in her unlearned abilities.”

