“Tell me, Mr. Bennet, how can we amuse you during your visit? Do you hunt?” Lady Catherine was spooning her turtle soup, blowing delicately to cool it. “I am certain an animal would sooner die of laughter than gunshot wound… — 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
“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
“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
“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
