PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AT WUTHERING HEIGHTS

Love is a concept that works beyond the understanding of the wicked.

PROLOGUE

It was raining on the day of the service. The death was sudden, but not uncommon. Just after childbirth after all. The service was small. Family only. The girl was young. Her family was not well-liked. The family she married into was well liked. They were both old families. One had ties to the nobility. The other was an ancient house of uncommonly fortunate farmers. They were both rich, but otherwise they most certainly could not have been more different. Her marriage to her husband was the final straw in a decades-old rift between his immediate family and their noble relatives. Throughout the service, a man unwelcome watched with roving eyes. A dark-skinned gypsy with dark eyes. He slipped while the deceased's body was being prepared. His young blonde wife took advantage of the incident. She quit Wuthering Heights then and began to prepare for the long trip from Yorkshire to Derbyshire. Though she was heavily pregnant, Isabella Linton knew there was but one safe place for her and her child to rest. That place was a house called Pemberley, the home of her cousin, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy.