Darcy sat in the carriage, glancing at nowhere in special. Colonel Fitzwilliam was reading some book. Darcy looked across the window at the streets of London. "What are we going to do now?" questioned a voice into his head. "Clearly all our wedding plans are ruined, we don't have a bride, we don't have Elizabeth". Darcy sighed. "We could find a bride in London; it would be much easier, with all our money". Darcy frowned at that thought. "You should better work and be yourself again. If you deserve love, you will have it", Darcy smiled.
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