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“May I help you, sir?”
“We were thinking of taking in the entire park,” said Mr Gardiner.
The man stared at him.
“I thought it might be too long, however.”
Darcy’s servants appeared no more overburdened with humility than himself. This one straightened up and lifted his chin, his face breaking into a broad grin.
“’Tis ten miles round, sir.”
Elizabeth could hardly help staring, herself. Ten miles—that would be—she swiftly calculated, and almost recoiled. Chatsworth’s park had been a thousand acres. How—
It was of no consequence, of course. None at all. But she no longer wondered that his estate could generate so much as ten thousand a-year; she rather wondered that it produced no more. And she, Elizabeth Bennet, might have called this vast extent of loveliness her own.
No. It would have been Elizabeth Darcy.—The estate was Darcy’s, and would remain so, and she could not have escaped him.
“May I help you, sir?”
“We were thinking of taking in the entire park,” said Mr Gardiner.
The man stared at him.
“I thought it might be too long, however.”
Darcy’s servants appeared no more overburdened with humility than himself. This one straightened up and lifted his chin, his face breaking into a broad grin.
“’Tis ten miles round, sir.”
Elizabeth could hardly help staring, herself. Ten miles—that would be—she swiftly calculated, and almost recoiled. Chatsworth’s park had been a thousand acres. How—
It was of no consequence, of course. None at all. But she no longer wondered that his estate could generate so much as ten thousand a-year; she rather wondered that it produced no more. And she, Elizabeth Bennet, might have called this vast extent of loveliness her own.
No. It would have been Elizabeth Darcy.—The estate was Darcy’s, and would remain so, and she could not have escaped him.
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