AN: Written for the 'Rhyme that fanfic' game on AHA
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"Lizzy, please stop. Caroline is my friend, my very dearest friend, I might add. She is a sweet, unassuming dear. Whatever slights you're imagining, well, surely you gave misunderstood. She cannot be so vicious, so unprincipled as you paint her. No Lizzy, I will not hear anything else you have to say. If you cannot say speak in kindness, please speak not at all."
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"There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it, for once biting that impertinent tongue. Caroline is a dear lady. I am sure she wishes you nothing but the very best. She must have Mr. Darcy's best interest at heart too, close and intimate friends as they are. She must be wishing for your friendship too. Oh, would that you had restrained your unguarded speech back in London! She might not be so hurt now, if you had not understood her to be wishing to severe the acquaintance! The poor dear was so hurt, so humiliated when you and Mr. Darcy gave her the cut direct."
"Jane! Stop this nonsense at once! I have once been accused of willfully misunderstanding, but you, dearest sister, take the cake! Miss Bingley is not Pollyanna, Jane! Such a shrew, her tricks have ever been aimed at gaining Mr. Darcy's hand for herself, and his sister's for Charles. How can you deny what is right in front of you?"
