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313 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 2020


You are much too good, my lady fair,
To be gulled by a scoundrel, unaware Of hearts
he has broken and lies he has told.
Not all that gleams yellow is genuine gold.
His mistress is wealth; you sense this is true.
He hasn’t a heart. Best to bid him adieu.




“We suspect that she, or rather he, is planning to make off with Georgiana.”
“I’d like to see him try. If he’s so keen to be a woman, I can facilitate that.”
“He is too much a coward to march off to war,
A companion of drunkards, a friend to the—
Darcy gave a shout of laughter. Best not to use that particular rhyme! Even if it was abundantly true of Wickham.”
“Perhaps not. She works industriously at being a proper lady.” Fitz grinned.
“Touché, old fellow, well done. Yes, if she is a Bingley, she is certainly industrious. Whereas a real lady does not care.”


‘Never did Elizabeth think to marry for love!’








