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180 pages, Kindle Edition
Published June 24, 2019
“Elizabeth, pleased with her morning work, skipped up the stairs to her bedchamber grinning. Once there she softly closed the door and flung herself on to her bed, buried her face in her pillow, and gave way to peals of uncontrollable laughter.”



"If we wish to conquer undesirable emotional tendencies in ourselves, we must assiduously, and in the first instance cold-bloodedly, go through the outward motions of those contrary dispositions we prefer to cultivate." -William James
He had been successfully caught in the noose of his own pride. Merely by agreeing with him, she had refused his hand with his own reasoning. There could be no fault found in her logic; it was his own argument after all – how could a reasonable man be angry in the face of such kindly spoken words?


“Thank you, Colonel – I am so much more comfortable breaking rules when I can be sure that I will not have to bear reproach for it.”
Elizabeth nearly lost her icy politeness when he offered to water her wine for her and responded with more sharpness than Mr. Collins would have desired, had he but been able to overhear from his position lower down the table.
“Thank you, Mr. Darcy, I am almost at the age of attaining my majority and have not needed to have my wine watered for many years now, but please,” and here she gave a comforting pat to his forearm that rested on the table, “should you wish to do so to yours, do not feel in the least bit ashamed of it. My own father, you know, suffers from gout occasionally so I realize that when gentlemen get older it is often necessary to not imbibe quite so much as they did in their youth.”

Elizabeth frowned too and opened her mouth but was forestalled by his raised finger. It spoke much for her honesty that she was more insulted by the suggestion that she was an amateur than she was that he thought her manipulative.

