“Darcy rolled the quill between his fingers and looked with benign pity upon his cousin. “You should, you know. It’s a wonderful feeling to be the head of your home, with a wife who adores you and whom you adore… — Karen V. Wasylowski Copy Share Image
“Darcy rolled the quill between his fingers and looked with benign pity upon his cousin. “You should, you know. It’s a wonderful feeling to… — Karen V. Wasylowski Copy Share Image
“Did you just spit on your hand before you patted down my hair?” he asked indignantly. “Oh, I did no such thing. Now be… — Karen V. Wasylowski Copy Share Image
“Tell me, Mr. Bennet, how can we amuse you during your visit? Do you hunt?” Lady Catherine was spooning her turtle soup, blowing delicately… — Karen V. Wasylowski Copy Share Image
“Darcy’s hand suddenly rammed angrily into a bowl of fruit and grasped an innocent, unsuspecting orange. “Enough. The woman is demented. Our marriage is… — Karen V. Wasylowski Copy Share Image
