A/N Hi again. I'm starting to break out of my writers block a little bit, so hopefully I will be back on track soon. Thank you so much to the guest who said my story was lovely. It means a lot to me that you took the time to tell me that. It really made my day, so thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying it. Sorry this chapter is so small, but here it is anyways.
Mr. Darcy sat in the dining hall tapping his fingers restlessly against the table. He hadn't seen Miss Colbert for a few days, it was the doctors orders. She needed rest, so she couldn't have too many visitors. But she requested that Jane could see her, and the doctor obliged. Mr. Darcy heard small footsteps coming into the dining hall. It was Jane. Mr. Darcy stood up and asked anxiously,
"How is she?"
"She is doing much better today." Jane replied. "She is eating, and talking more. I suspect she will be better sooner than the doctor thought." She finished. Sighing Mr. Darcy sat back in his chair.
"Well I'm glad she is doing better." Mr. Bingley said in his usual manner. Even though Mr. Bingley had lost everything, He was still his jolly self. He proclaimed that he had not lost everything, he still had his beautiful wife Jane, and his dear friends. Mr. Bingley could always see the good things in his life, even when there was so little to see.
The day continued on normally. Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley spent the day working out arrangements for the Bingleys. Jane spent the day sowing, reading, and visiting with Amanda when she was awake. Amanda spent the day mostly resting and thinking. There wasn't much she could do with her burnt limbs. She thought about her family back home. She missed them dearly. She missed her father, and her mother. But most of all she missed her younger sister, Molly. She couldn't bear the thought of never seeing her family again. She missed her aunt and uncle. When she had finally reunited with them after eight years, she had been strangely whisked away to where she was now. She had accepted what had happened, but she didn't In the least understand it. Why did this happen to her of all people? She had just begun her life when she was forced to start it elsewhere. She wondered if she had been given a choice between her home and here, after she had spent time here with Mr. Darcy, which she would choose to reside in. Surely she would choose her home where her loved ones resided. But she felt attached, somehow, to this place. To what attached her to the 19th century, she had yet to find out...
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