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Jan. 26th, 2019 11:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anghraineThe Pemberley fic is chugging along:
Elizabeth dared a glance at him, which thankfully went unnoticed. Darcy had turned his head away, exposing little beyond a handsome profile. It seemed a softer one than heretofore—perhaps. At the moment, she felt sure of very little with him.
She would take the gesture for what it was, Elizabeth decided: a compliment of the highest order, from a man who had very little reason to offer one. The thought did not set her at ease; nothing could do that, in the circumstances. But it pleased both her rational mind and her vanity.
She would take the gesture for what it was, Elizabeth decided: a compliment of the highest order, from a man who had very little reason to offer one. The thought did not set her at ease; nothing could do that, in the circumstances. But it pleased both her rational mind and her vanity.
