tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45257504291310213842024-03-05T11:24:14.965-05:00To Pemberley and BeyondAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-71922103342256284392013-11-23T22:01:00.000-05:002013-11-23T22:01:07.163-05:00Interview with Lynne Scott, Author of Mr. Hurst's Ambition<div class="yiv1595636647MsoNormal" id="yui_3_13_0_ym1_1_1385253753490_6272">
<b id="yui_3_13_0_ym1_1_1385253753490_6271">I'm pleased to have Lynne Scott visiting my blog today to talk about her book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mr-Hursts-Ambition-Lynne-Scott-ebook/dp/B00FEFTLKQ/ref=pd_sim_kstore_29" target="_blank">Mr. Hurst's Ambition</a></b></div>
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<b id="yui_3_13_0_ym1_1_1385253753490_6271">Violet Bedford</b>:
You’ve written several screenplays and novels that are all
contemporary. What made you decide to write a Pride and Prejudice spin
off ? </div>
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<b id="yui_3_13_0_ym1_1_1385253753490_6273">Lynne Scott</b>:
It certainly wasn’t planned, that’s for sure. Most of the
contemporary stories I write take place in a “world” that I know well
and understand. That’s not true of England in the 1800’s, obviously. </div>
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Then
I read Eric Metaxes’ excellent biography on William Wilberforce, who
worked tirelessly for abolition, going against the class standing of his
family and being political when politics was unfashionable. Not long
after that, I read “Coming Apart,” which is a nonfiction work that,
among other things, discusses the need for meaningful work, and
particularly among men.</div>
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During
a conversation with friends regarding the limitations women of the
Austen era faced, it made me wonder if men may also have constraints.
Once I felt like I had a topic to explore in a story, I was ready to
write.</div>
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<b>Violet Bedford</b>: So once you decided to write a Pride and Prejudice variation, why did you choose Mr. Hurst, of all people?</div>
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<b>Lynne Scott</b>:
Two years ago when I first became aware of Austen fan fiction (I know,
I’m late to the party), a friend and I discussed who was the most
unlikely to have their own story. I chose Mr. Hurst. With the idea
that I had in mind, he was the perfect candidate.</div>
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<b>Violet Bedford</b>: Do you see Mr. Hurst as a romantic hero? </div>
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<b>Lynne Scott</b>:
HAHAHAHA…oh, you’re serious? Um, no, I don’t think he’s a romantic
hero in the way a reader may think of in a typical romance novel. In no
way is he a Mr. Darcy.</div>
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However,
since Mr. Hurst dared to make some changes and challenge convention,
I’d call him a hero. Austen said the Hursts were newly married. I
thought maybe some of the changes Mr. Hurst tried to make may carry over
into appreciating his wife as they started their life together.
Hopefully his wife found him romantic. </div>
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<b>Violet Bedford</b>: What is it about Pride and Prejudice that makes it so appealing? </div>
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<b>Lynne Scott</b>:
Jane Austen was wonderfully witty and her writing jaunty and fresh.
It’s just a pleasure to read. It’s such a relatable story. Who hasn’t
experienced a time when they were wrong or were wronged by a false first
impression? When I first met the man I eventually married, I did not
like him at all. It was my own pride that got in the way. </div>
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Nearly
all the characters in Pride and Prejudice are entertaining in their own
right. I think that’s why people endlessly try to give them their own
stories or vary the one Austen wrote. </div>
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<b>Violet Bedford</b>: What do you think Jane Austen actually thought of Mr. Hurst? </div>
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<b>Lynne Scott</b>:
Perhaps he was simply a foil for Elizabeth’s sober and careful
sensibility. Since he was married to the sister of Caroline Bingley, he
was one more of that party that was antagonistic and reflected a
lifestyle for which Elizabeth held with disdain.</div>
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<b>Violet Bedford</b>:
In the film adaptations, Mr. Hurst is generally portrayed as either
drinking or napping, and not in a dignified way. Is that fair? Is that
how he was portrayed in the book? </div>
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<b>Lynne Scott</b>:
One may argue that if Caroline Bingley was your sister-in-law, drinking
and napping may be a person’s only defense. One of the fun aspects of
writing a Pride and Prejudice inspired novella was reading it with a pen
in hand, to dissect what Austen wrote about him and also Louisa and
Caroline. Yes, the film adaptations are true to the book, though he
never had a speaking line in quotes, just something he muttered about
soup. Somehow I imagine Austen laughing when she wrote that.</div>
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<b>Violet Bedford</b>: What are you working on now? </div>
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<b>Lynne Scott</b>:
I’m back to contemporary fiction right now. In fact, it is the very
first story I wrote almost ten years ago but it was written in script
form. </div>
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<b>Violet Bedford</b>: Anything else you’d like to share with my reader(s)? </div>
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<b>Lynne Scott</b>: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack" rel="nofollow" shape="rect"></a>Writing
in a different time period and in a different voice was really
enjoyable. I learned a lot from the additional steps it took. If a
person is considering giving it a try, I strongly urge them to be
daring!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-32352688083290245182013-09-28T12:55:00.001-04:002013-09-28T12:55:57.586-04:00Weekend Writing WarriorsHas another week gone by already? I hope that in the midst of writing and reading you are all getting a chance to enjoy the beautiful fall weather.<br />
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This snippet is from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Betrothed-to-Mr-Darcy-ebook/dp/B00F9GFP82/ref=pd_sim_kstore_5" target="_blank">Betrothed to Mr. Darcy</a>, my P and P variation which was released on September 18.<br />
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This bit is from Mr. Darcy's POV. Enjoy! <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqU5mdvUBn6wZsnY_8MVV26LEj19TL3Iyf1YLG0gOO-JGJ97YXKAanEiOG5TmlnlHpRwwQD1lllz2Tkp2cXwCy48LBUlAQ1sOqFyRaJyiKgMZ8wrAiNjzw-Wg78p6vR_ye1CYMeQ3u28g/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqU5mdvUBn6wZsnY_8MVV26LEj19TL3Iyf1YLG0gOO-JGJ97YXKAanEiOG5TmlnlHpRwwQD1lllz2Tkp2cXwCy48LBUlAQ1sOqFyRaJyiKgMZ8wrAiNjzw-Wg78p6vR_ye1CYMeQ3u28g/s1600/images.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">By all logical
thought, he ought to have been engaged to Miss Bingley who was genteel and
accomplished. Her family, though not of the same status as his, was respectable,
and her fortune was not insignificant. Additionally, a marriage with her would
have delighted his dear friend Bingley and would have increased the likelihood
that Bingley would return the favor and marry his own dear sister, Georgiana,
creating a significant and powerful alliance between their two families. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">However, if Mr.
Darcy had learned anything in recent months it was that love and logic rarely
occurred together. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">If truth be
told, he had been shocked to his very core when he found himself in love with
Miss Elizabeth Bennet. He struggled, but his feelings would not be repressed.
His admiration and love for her were most ardent. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He looked down
at her delicate features, the fine eyes brightened by the exercise of walking
the three miles from Longbourn to Netherfield, and his admiration and love grew
even more fervent. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Logical thought,
and Miss Bingley, be hanged. </span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVBLeFzBNcsnChSZ6wgTP2uzJVvNHyfg5wrejcB1Aarey6MCQmTl4BOqbhcOWhUPYLEDyu6GcfC5Imk9QLsUFc5DsPzTk9eWK49Wp-Sk-AwMTTqNZayC4p0XWo3y95s1UdXjJtmrUu7cs/s1600/Mr-Darcy-Final+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVBLeFzBNcsnChSZ6wgTP2uzJVvNHyfg5wrejcB1Aarey6MCQmTl4BOqbhcOWhUPYLEDyu6GcfC5Imk9QLsUFc5DsPzTk9eWK49Wp-Sk-AwMTTqNZayC4p0XWo3y95s1UdXjJtmrUu7cs/s320/Mr-Darcy-Final+%25281%2529.jpg" width="213" /></a><br />After a year of misunderstandings, misconceptions and missed
opportunities, Miss Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy have
finally opened their hearts to each other and will soon be wed. <br /><br />However,
the path to the altar is no smoother than the path to engagement. When
the loquacious Mrs. Bennet causes a scene in a London dressmaker’s shop
it becomes clear to Lizzy Bennet that she will never be able to rein in
her family’s improper and embarrassing behavior. <br /><br />Although she
has learned to live with the humiliation caused by her relatives,
particularly her sister Lydia’s elopement with the scurrilous Mr.
Wickham, Lizzy realizes the dire consequences of inflicting them upon
Mr. Darcy and his vulnerable younger sister, Georgiana. <br /><br />Mr.
Darcy’s words from long ago reverberate in her brain: The situation of
your mother's family, though objectionable, was nothing in comparison of
that total want of propriety so frequently, so almost uniformly,
betrayed by herself, by your three younger sisters, and occasionally
even by your father. <br /><br />Will Elizabeth’s sense of duty, combined
with her profound love for Mr. Darcy, force her to call off the wedding
in order to spare him, and his sister, the disgrace of a lifetime
association with the Bennet family? Or will love find a way to prevail?</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-60831966867017633812013-09-23T02:00:00.000-04:002013-10-07T19:42:43.715-04:00Pride and Prejudice and PlanesThis is a compilation of some posts I did a few weeks ago where I imagined what our friends (and enemies) from Pride and Prejudice would do on an airplane. Enjoy!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b> "I dearly love to fly, is it not the most invigorating
experience?" The eager faced man took his seat next to Mr. Darcy who did
his best to be polite without encouraging further discourse. Undaunted,
the other man put out his hand in a manner which required a response
from Darcy. "I'm Chuck, Chuck Bingley. Just love flying. On my way to a
sales conference. My father died and left me the business and now I'm
learning the ropes." </b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>"I am sorry to hear about your father," Mr. Darcy said and turned to look out the window. </b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>"Pops was quite a guy. I just hope I can do as good a job with the business as he did." </b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>"So, you're in trade?" Darcy turned back from the window and examined his seatmate. </b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>"Trade, buy, sell. We do it all." </b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>"Fresh from the oven cookies, gentlemen?" A flight attendant with
vibrant eyes and a name tag that said "Liz" presented a tray of gooey
confections in front of Mr. Darcy and his new, unwanted, friend. </b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>"They appear tolerable, but not enough to tempt me," Mr. Darcy said. </b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>"Upon my word, man, I would not be as fastidious as you for a
kingdom. I've never seen such temptations." Chuck Bingley said reaching
for a chocolate chip and a Snickerdoodle which he gobbled with delight
and washed down with an enthusiastic gulp of milk. </b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Liz, the flight attendant observed all of this without speaking
further, then turned away, though Darcy could swear he heard her giggle
once she returned to the galley. </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>***** </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b> </b></i><b>The plane was just about to pull back from the gate. Mr. Darcy
glanced around and noticed the two seats behind him and his new friend,
Chuck, were empty. If no one showed up, perhaps he'd be able to move and
have those two seats to himself. He was ill qualified to recommend
himself to strangers and thus preferred to travel without the necessity
of social chit chat. </b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Just as he was about to release his seat belt and make his move, a
clatter arose at the entrance to the plane and two women, presumably
mother and daughter, clamored onto the aircraft, their hands overflowing
with shopping bags. </b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>"Oh my dear Lydia," the elder woman said. "We made it. Right on time. I always knew we would." </b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>The commotion created by the two newest passengers brought Liz out of
the galley. Mr. Darcy noticed that the look in her eyes went from
vibrant to horrified to calm in an instant. She assisted the two women
to get their bags stowed so that the plane could take off on time. </b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>"Lord, I'm so hungry," the younger woman said. </b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>"Look at us, flying first class. I always knew we were meant for such
luxury. How fortunate that the odious Mr. Collins died before your
father so that we were able to keep all of his frequent flyer miles." </b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>"I never thought I'd have so many miles on me," Lydia said. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>*****</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b> </b><b>Liz patted her hair to make sure it was in place, then softly tapped on the cockpit door before entering. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>Her heart fluttered when Captain George Wickham turned from his
piloting duties and smiled at her. She'd met many pilots in her day, but
none looked so handsome in their uniform as George Wickham. Perhaps it
was the way he wore his hat in rakish disarray, but she suspected it was
the way his eyes looked at her and made her feel tingly and naughty;
like he knew just how to get her wheels off the ground. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>Their hands touched when she handed him a glass of soda and a shot of electricity spurted through her body. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>"We're all meeting up for drinks at the hotel bar after we land, Liz. Will I see you there?"</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b> The invitation was just what she'd been hoping for. "Of course I
can't stay out too late, but it would be nice to get out and see
everyone." </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>Wickham winked at her. "I'll make sure you're in bed early." </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>Flustered, Liz retreated to the galley where her friend, Charlotte,
was preparing hot towels for the first class passengers. She surveyed
Liz and said "I see you've been flirting in the cockpit again." </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>"You told me that a woman needs to let a man know she's interested. I'm just following your advice." </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>"I would advise you to stay away from Captain Wickham. He is a
notorious flirt and rumor has it he is broke since his first two wives
have taken him to the cleaners. Better to find a nice steady man who has
his feet firmly on the ground." </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>"Charlotte! What about love and romance?" </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>"Finding love is really just a matter of chance. Better to make sure
you have a roof over your head and money in the bank or you'll be
serving coffee and danish until you're old and gray." </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>This discussion was interrupted by a signal that the passenger in
seat 1A needed assistance. "Oh, that man is so disagreeable. I can't
imagine what he wants other than to complain," Liz said. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>"I was just out there," Charlotte said. "I think he wants to see you." </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>"I am sure that nothing that I can do will please him," Liz said then left the galley to see to the somber gentleman's needs. </b><br />
</span><b><br /></b>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-13909583405321145752013-09-22T03:00:00.000-04:002013-09-22T03:00:04.699-04:00WeWriWa and Snippet SundayFinally, my book, Betrothed to Mr. Darcy is available for sale, so for those of you who want more than just eight sentences, click<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Betrothed-to-Mr-Darcy-ebook/dp/B00F9GFP82/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1379595531&sr=8-3&keywords=betrothed+to+mr.+darcy" target="_blank"> here. </a><br />
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<b>The scene</b>: Darcy and Bingley are discussing Mrs. Bennet. Darcy has suggested that <i>her</i> actions could damage<i> their</i> reputations.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEialL08fcTBU7G_ax3loX5pz_wz9pZZ4IdZfzXpRJYyCHpoxRSkPrUjOTnZr3cNcz_muZxu-7OaOFJ08Ya706nR8adTeC083wq_hm7zoNpB_PUjK1vnhatEm25Xsep3ocPsQaT3-KaLCiU/s1600/Mrs-Bennet-pride-and-prejudice-1995-8441340-200-200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEialL08fcTBU7G_ax3loX5pz_wz9pZZ4IdZfzXpRJYyCHpoxRSkPrUjOTnZr3cNcz_muZxu-7OaOFJ08Ya706nR8adTeC083wq_hm7zoNpB_PUjK1vnhatEm25Xsep3ocPsQaT3-KaLCiU/s1600/Mrs-Bennet-pride-and-prejudice-1995-8441340-200-200.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><b>Bingley
shrugged---“What do I care about my reputation? I have money in the bank and
soon I will marry the most beautiful and agreeable woman in all of England. You
are the one who is overly concerned with the opinions of others, though why you
care, I do not know.” <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><b>“I care,”
Darcy’s firm voice emphasized his point, “because all a gentleman has is his
reputation. Once he loses the good opinion of others, it is lost forever.”<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><b>“The good
opinion of society can be bought and sold. The true love of a good woman,
however, cannot.” <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5zVWnjgeFaILNUEr9rw66HkVmhMdsR3FrUZU3mKs45mKeG5j5AvsgURr3CK3k4CarchCbkbfZ9ApOW_wxQ6KDgw3JZAOpqKCsn-7U5CD3JizVahw1-1cCbRNTaW-vAcCevV35niYOhyQ/s1600/Mr-Darcy-3d-cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><br /></b></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><b>“It may not be
able to be purchased, but it still comes at a hefty price,” Mr. Darcy said,
then exited before Bingley could respond with more of his lovesick drivel. </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-56049985017591780472013-09-18T09:41:00.003-04:002013-09-19T14:05:28.378-04:00It's A Big DayToday is the day! My book, Betrothed to Mr. Darcy, is now available on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Betrothed-to-Mr-Darcy-ebook/dp/B00F9GFP82/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1379511498&sr=8-3&keywords=betrothed+to+mr.+darcy" target="_blank">Amazon</a>. I'm so excited and also nauseatingly nervous. If you would like to help calm my nerves, go to Amazon and buy the book. Go ahead, I'll wait here.<br />
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People often say that writing a book is like giving birth and I think there are some similarities. Sending your book out into the world is like sending your kid off to school for the first time and wondering if everyone else will think they are as wonderful as you do.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-14864774685216305412013-09-04T03:00:00.000-04:002013-09-04T03:00:03.592-04:00More Of My Fascinating Road To Publication: The CharactersBetrothed to Mr. Darcy will be released in just two weeks. Yikes! This is very nerve wracking. Will people like it? Will they buy it? Will production be able to keep up with demand..okay, I just think that's funny since it's an ebook and it's not like they will run out of copies.<br />
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So, last week I talked about the idea for the story. Scroll down and you can read it. I'll wait here.<br />
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Next, I had to write the story.<br />
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One of the particularly tricky things, I think, about writing a Pride and Prejudice Variation (what is the right word? Variation? Continuation? Spin-off?) is doing justice to the characters Jane Austen created and which have been studied and loved for two hundred years. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and I'd hate to be disrespectful to such wonderful and complex characters.<br />
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On one hand, it's wonderful to have characters which are already named and have plenty of back story. On the other hand, they are so well known, that writing something which seems too far outside the realm of what the character is likely to do can cause problems.<br />
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Thus a bit of a quandary: how to create a story using known characters while still having them do something new and interesting.<br />
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For me, the first step was really getting to know the characters. I read Pride and Prejudice several times with an eye to all the little details. I read it slowly and tried to get all the subtleties. I watched the 1995 BBC production (oh, it was torture...) and even read my newest bit of geeky goodness, The Annotated Pride and Prejudice. All these little layers helped me to know the characters a bit better.<br />
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I also had many chats with my friend, Lynne, about the characters and their interactions and motivations. Is Mrs. Bennet really such a villain for wanting her daughters to be married? Is that any different from my mother pushing for me to get an education? It was tricky to put myself in the mindset of that era rather than looking back from my own 2013 perspective.<br />
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Mrs. Bennet was my favorite character to write because she is just so outrageous. Here is one of her first scenes in Betrothed to Mr. Darcy.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><i>“Quiet, quiet,
quiet. That is all anyone says to me. Well, let me tell you, Jane Bennet, I
will not be quiet. If I had kept quiet would Lydia have gone to Brighton? And
if Lydia had not gone to Brighton, would she now be married to Mr. Wickham? I
think not.” <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><i>Mrs. Bennet set
her tea cup down and spoke on, gaining volume and vigor with each word. “Was it
not I who succeeded in persuading your father to call on Mr. Bingley last year?
If not for me, you would not find
yourself so happily engaged to a man with such fine prospects, now would you?” <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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about Lizzy and the earlier commotion, Mrs. Bennet stood, admired herself in a
looking glass, and continued regardless of any response or encouragement from
Jane. “No, Jane, I will not be quiet.” Mrs. Bennet adjusted her cap and smiled
at her own reflection before turning to address Jane directly. “I suppose Lizzy
put you up to this. Just the other day she tried to tell me that I ought not to
talk so much about Lydia and Wickham. I suppose she thinks I ought to be
talking about her instead. Well, I will not be told what to do by her or anyone
else, even if she is marrying Mr. Darcy of Pemberley.” <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-85643734487583371972013-08-28T04:00:00.000-04:002013-08-28T04:00:02.184-04:00My Road To Publication: The Idea for Betrothed To Mr. DarcyIt's hard to know what to write about on a blog, particularly if you don't think anyone is reading anyway (Hi Pat!). But, why would anyone read if I don't write? It's one of those chicken/egg situations.<br />
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So, I am going to write a bit about My Road To Publication.<br />
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Part of my motivation to write Betrothed To Mr. Darcy was because I wanted to see if I could. I think the fantasy that I, and many others, have about writers is that they happily sit at keyboards typing away as words magically spring from their fingertips. And of course, those words are always perfect the first time around so there's no need for editing or even spell check.<br />
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Fantasy for sure.<br />
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Writing is hard work. Parts of it are fun and even the hard work part can be invigorating, but for me, it also involves a fair amount of gnashing of teeth and self-loathing. I find that invigorating because aging and hormones have not provided me with enough opportunities to gnash my teeth and despise myself.<br />
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Before I could finish a book, I had to figure out an idea for the book to begin with. I came up with the idea for Betrothed to Mr. Darcy because there is that gap of about a month between the time Lizzy and Darcy become engaged and when they actually get married. I know that weddings were much smaller and less elaborate affairs at that time, but I still liked the idea of wondering how things would go for the two of them during that time. Remember, they never actually courted and their engagement was a surprise to nearly everyone, so the time for people to see them as a couple and for them to see themselves that way too, was that brief period of preparation for their wedding.<br />
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So, what happened during that time? It's fun to think about. I imagined Caroline Bingley forced to wear some hideous bridesmaid dress or trying to thwart the wedding, but the more I thought about it, the more interested I became in the idea of Mr. Darcy trying to get used to his new family, The Bennets.<br />
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How much could he tolerate in his lovesick state?<br />
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How did Lizzy really feel about her mother?<br />
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And, seriously, could Darcy actually marry into a family which now included George Wickham?<br />
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Thinking about these questions was fun and gave rise to lots of ideas. Try it. You'll see. How much of Mrs. Bennet's chatter could Darcy stand? What about Mary's piano playing? Can love really conquer all?<br />
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So, from those ideas came the nuggets of a story. Come back next week to find out more about that.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-45361340506014142062013-08-25T04:00:00.000-04:002013-08-25T04:00:05.187-04:00WeWriWa and Snippet Sunday : A Gentleman's Reputation <div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; text-indent: .5in;">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> <b>“What do I care about my reputation? I have money in the bank and
soon I will marry the most beautiful and agreeable woman in all of England. You
are the one who is overly concerned with the opinions of others, though why you
care, I do not know.” <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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Darcy’s firm voice emphasized his point, “because all a gentleman has is his
reputation. Once he loses the good opinion of others, it is lost forever.”<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><b>“The good
opinion of society can be bought and sold. The true love of a good woman,
however, cannot.” <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><b>“It may not be
able to be purchased, but it still comes at a hefty price,” Mr. Darcy said,
then exited before Bingley could respond with more of his lovesick drivel. </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-4009598408839910492013-08-18T03:00:00.000-04:002013-08-18T03:00:01.833-04:00A Snippet from Betrothed to Mr. Darcy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sorry I've been MIA for several weeks (yikes, almost two months) but I had to actually write and edit the book. Go figure.<br />
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I've already shared a number of snippets but since it was months ago I think I'll start back at the beginning and work my way forward.<br />
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Here, Lizzy is sent to settle an argument between her father and Mr. Darcy who have disagreed over the marriage settlement.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><b>“But, this man,”
he pointed at Mr. Darcy yet again, “refuses to accept anything.” Lizzy wondered
at the restraint her intended showed because a lesser man who dared to point at
Mr. Darcy not once, but twice, might have found his finger snapped off at the
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><b>Before she could
voice her surprise, Mr. Darcy responded to the accusation. “I am simply being
practical, sir; my income is more than sufficient to provide funds for the care
of my future wife.” Despite his anger, a smile formed on his mouth when he said
‘wife’ and his eyes softened as they looked to the subject of his affection.
“But you, sir, have a wife and two other daughters to provide for, not to
mention the likelihood that your youngest will need financial assistance for
the balance of her marriage and beyond.” <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><b>“Is it not
shameful enough that I am obliged to you for the expense of one daughter’s
marriage and the living of her husband, but you expect me to allow you the full
measure of support for my most beloved daughter as well? It cannot be.”</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Will these two work out their differences? Will Mrs. Bennet ever learn to keep her mouth shut? Stay tuned. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Betrothed to Mr. Darcy </i>will be available September 18 from Lazy Day Publishing. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-21284632777317920692013-06-25T14:59:00.002-04:002013-06-25T15:01:04.086-04:00Mr. Darcy at Summer Camp---Part Two<div class="MsoNormal">
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Franks and beans appeared
to be a favorite of everyone at Camp Pemberley except for the two Bingley
sisters and Fitz Darcy who had all picked at their plates with dismay, despite
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“This food is odious,” Lou said, scrunching up her nose in
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“Honestly, must you
all be so fastidious?” the counselor said to his tablemates. “This stupid
manner of yours is NOT the Camp Pemberley way.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh lord,” Caroline said. “There’s a ‘Camp Pemberley Way’?
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“A Camp Pemberley Camper is cheerful and courteous at all
times,” Charles recited pointing to a banner on the wall with a numbered list
on it. “A Camp Pemberley Camper strives to accomplish much, whether it is in
the arts and crafts room or on the playing field.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Must you go on?” Fitz groaned. “We can all read the list.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I am merely pointing out,” Charlie said, “that you would
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Before the conversation could continue, the nightly ritual
of thanking the cook for dinner began. The song leader, Mrs. Bennet, stood up
and was heard over the clatter of dinner even without holding up her hand in
the universal Camp Pemberley sign for quiet. “Attention! Attention everyone! It’s time for the thank
you song.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Thank you, thank you.
You are so kind. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Let us kiss your…hand. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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While everyone joined in the song, a reluctant woman in a
tall chef’s hat and white coat with the name <i>Pat</i> inscribed over her heart was drug from the kitchen. She blushed
and waved at the campers. When the cheers died down she announced, “Tomorrow
night…mac and cheese!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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that all the other inhabitants of the room were happily occupied, Mr. Darcy
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corner for private conversation, or as private as decorum would allow for a
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glanced around the room and once assured that they were unobserved slipped her
hand into his and rubbed soft circles into the sensitive skin at the top of her
hand with his thumb. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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much as I am glad to see my sister and Colonel Fitzwilliam,” he said, his voice
barely above a whisper, “I am over-joyed to think that in a few days’ time you
will be my bride.” He felt his own pulse quicken when he said the word “bride”.
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she had neither spoken nor retrieved her hand from his, Darcy could see the
faint pulse in Elizabeth’s fair throat throbbing and her chest rose rapidly
with shallow breathing, which indicated she was not unaffected by his words. </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-53856840789097182302013-06-16T03:00:00.000-04:002013-06-16T03:00:10.933-04:00A Chat Between Gentlemen <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Welcome Back! I've decided to move away from Mrs. Bennet. This week we are listening in on a conversation between Mr. Bingley, Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr. Darcy during a carriage ride to Longbourn for dinner with the Bennet Family. It is fun to imagine the ribbing Mr. Darcy probably got from his two closest friends. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b><i>“She
certainly has the ability to bring out the best in others,” Colonel Fitzwilliam
said. “In fact,” he gave Mr. Darcy a mocking look, “I have heard that the most
stoic among us has been known to smile and even laugh aloud under her
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heavens, yes ” Mr. Bingley said. “He has
been so much more tolerable to live with this past fortnight. He was grouchy as
a bear and prickly as a porcupine, but the affections of Miss Elizabeth Bennet
have changed him and I, for one, am grateful to her.” <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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all owe Miss Elizabeth Bennet a debt of gratitude,” Colonel Fitzwilliam said,
barely containing a laugh at his cousin’s discomfiture. Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy
was not a man accustomed to being the object of ribbing, no matter how light-hearted or well-intentioned. Before the
subject of this banter could compose an appropriate retort, the carriage
mercifully arrived at Longbourn. </i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-15845989698266901602013-06-12T03:00:00.000-04:002013-06-12T03:00:08.639-04:00What Would Darcy Do---Mr. Darcy Goes To Summer CampI've taken a couple weeks off from my What Would Darcy Do posts. My apologies to my reader(s).<br />
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I had fun with the Pride and Prejudice Gang on an airplane, but I think I'll move on to another scenario.<br />
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<b>Welcome to Mr. Darcy Goes To Summer Camp, Part One </b><br />
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Standing in the doorway to the camp mess hall, Fitzwilliam Darcy surveyed the chaos that was meal time at Camp Pemberley. He found an empty table in the corner and hoped to have at least a few minutes of peace even if fine dining was not an option.<br />
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To his dismay, two girls joined him at the round table.<br />
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"I should hate to pass many hours in such company, don't you agree, Lou?" A tall, bony featured girl said looking around the mess hall with a sniff. She wore a crisp white tennis dress and the mandatory Camp Pemberley name tag with "Caroline" written in elaborate script.<br />
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"I cannot believe that we have been forced to attend this camp, simply because Charlie is a counselor," Lou said.<br />
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Caroline sighed. "I am still angry with Mummy and Daddy for going off to Europe and leaving us with Charlie."<br />
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"Shhhh," Lou gave her sister a meaningful look. "We shouldn't talk about this in front of strangers."<br />
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Caroline leaned toward Fitzwilliam and squinted at his name tag. "Well, Fitz," she said. "This is Lou and I am Caroline." She turned back to her sister. "There, now we are not strangers."<br />
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Lou rolled her eyes.<br />
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"Tell me, Fitz," Caroline surveyed him from head to toe in a way that made him decidedly uncomfortable. "What do you think of Camp Pemberley?"<br />
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Not exactly sure of how much he wished to reveal to these two girls, Fitzwilliam was slow to respond. Just when he opened his mouth to respond, a firm hand clapped him on the back. "Isn't this fantastic? My favorite camper and my sisters all having dinner together." Fitzwilliam looked up and his fear was confirmed. Charlie, his effusive counselor was also the brother of these two girls.<br />
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"Save me a seat," Charlie said before rushing off to the kitchen. "I'll be right back with our franks and beans."<br />
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<b>Come back next Wednesday to see what happens next. Since I don't have any idea, feel free to offer some suggestions. </b><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-87427694662980321952013-06-09T03:30:00.000-04:002013-06-09T03:30:02.346-04:00Even More Mrs. Bennet<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
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dear, Lizzy---the circles under your eyes are hideous. I certainly hope that Mr.
Darcy does not see you looking such a fright. How you managed to get a man like
Mr. Darcy, who has ten <i>thousand </i>a
year, is beyond me, but it certainly cannot be due to your eyes because they
are droopy and red.” <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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thank you for noticing, Mama. As I plan to go for a solitary walk this morning
I will hope the fresh air and exercise will remedy the situation and since I
shall be alone, I will not inflict my unsightly appearance on others.” <i>Or my foul mood</i>. </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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wake Jane for we cannot have <i>her </i>beauty
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Thanks for stopping by! This snippet is from <b>Betrothed to Mr. Darcy</b>, my current WIP. <b>Betrothed to Mr. Darcy </b>takes place in the weeks between the time Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy become engaged and their actual marriage. Once the two families gather in preparation for the nuptials, the improprieties of the Bennet family are on full display, causing Elizabeth to question the wisdom of inflicting her family on Mr. Darcy and his sister, Georgiana. Will they make it to the alter? </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's June, the month for weddings; what better topic for a food related blog hop than a discussion of wedding cakes from the Regency Era? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Imagine if Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy got married today. Given Mr. Darcy's remarkable income (some estimate that it would be roughly $1M annually) and prestigious family, we would certainly expect their wedding cake to be a fancy multi-tiered concoction created by any one of a number of reality show bakers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But Lizzy and Darcy married at a time when weddings, and wedding cakes, were a much simpler matter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Regency Era wedding cakes were a single layer and may not have even been frosted (What??). They usually included nuts and dried fruits and copious amounts of liquor as a preservative. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Remember: it's not like they had giant freezers to keep the cake in until the day of the event. Also, weddings were much smaller and usually only included immediate family and close friends, which eliminated the need for a ginormous cake. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, <b>and this is important for the contest so pay attention,</b> it was traditional for single women to take a piece of the cake home with them (and sometimes it was sent to distant relatives --- another good reason to have a sturdy confection) to place under their pillow with the promise that if they do so, they will dream of the man they will marry. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Question</b>: Select one of the single women who might have attended the marriage of Lizzy Bennet and Mr. Darcy (Caroline Bingley, Mary Bennet, Kitty Bennet, Georgiana Darcy) and tell me the type of man you think they might marry. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Confession</b>: I'm planning to write a book on this very topic with the women taking home pieces of cake and dreaming about the men they will marry, so I'd love to hear your suggestions. </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-8023634968284450052013-06-02T03:30:00.000-04:002013-06-02T03:30:04.316-04:00Mrs. Bennet Puts Her Foot In Her Mouth<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
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Bennet, after an entire evening of moderated conversation could hold back no
longer, particularly as the topic related to her favorite subjects, marriage
and her daughter Lydia. “What a proud day it was when Lydia and her fine
husband in his red coat arrived here at our home. But
now they have gone off for who knows how long and I shan’t see her or dear
Wickham. I had hoped they could be here for Jane and Lizzy’s weddings, but
Wickham is needed by the militia for I am sure he performs important duties and
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Last week's post with Mrs. Bennet was so much fun, I decided to add more from that scene. This comes from my WIP <b>Betrothed to Mr. Darcy</b>. You can find last week's snippet <a href="http://www.violetbedford.blogspot.com/2013/05/weekend-writing-warriors-lets-spend.html" target="_blank">here. </a><br />
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From an upstairs window at Longbourn, Mrs. Bennet, Kitty and Mary are continuing to observe the arrival of the Darcys and Colonel Fitzwilliam. Mrs. Bennet and Kitty are particularly interested in Colonel Fitzwilliam. </div>
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him.” Mrs. Bennet tugged a bit here and
pushed a bit there to magically create a bosom where little had been before. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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observed the process and said, “Illusions of beauty are quickly shattered. True
beauty lies in the virtuous soul of a young lady.” <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-72614414392105525572013-05-22T09:40:00.002-04:002013-05-22T15:55:44.284-04:00What Would Darcy Do----More First Class FunThis is supposed to be a series of posts about Mr. Darcy, but I keep having ideas for what the other characters would do while they are all together on the plane. This week, though, let's get back to Mr. Darcy.<br />
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You can get caught up on last week's post<a href="http://violetbedford.blogspot.com/2013/05/wwdd-what-would-darcy-do_15.html" target="_blank"> here.</a><br />
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<b>The incessant chatter of the mother/daughter combo seated behind him made Darcy's head throb. Recent changes to air travel which made it possible for anyone with enough frequent flyer miles to upgrade to first class had been a trial for him. To fly in a first class cabin with such company was insupportable.</b><br />
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<b>There was a lovely, serene blonde woman across the aisle whom his chatterbox seatmate had engaged in conversation. She was the only handsome woman in the cabin.</b><br />
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<b>Chuck Bingley continued talking to her, though Darcy had trouble discerning whether she was interested in what he said or if she was just being polite. No matter, the plane would land and they would all go their separate ways.</b><br />
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<b>Or so he hoped.</b><br />
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<b>At that moment, the plane hit some turbulence which rocked the plane a bit from side to side.</b><br />
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<b>"Heavens! We are going to crash," the woman behind him said to her daughter, and everyone else. "I knew it. We are going to die and that is just what your father would want. He cares nothing for me."</b><br />
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<b>"Mama," Lydia said. "We shall not die."</b><br />
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<b>Liz had left the galley to attend to the call button over Mr. Darcy's seat but when she heard the panic in the woman's voice she decided to address that issue first.</b><br />
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<b>"Ma'am," she said leaning close in order to keep their conversation discrete. "It was just a small bit of turbulence. I am sure we will be fine."</b><br />
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<b>"Miss?" Lydia said. "Could we have more of those cookies? I'm so hungry."</b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-88002983749994991822013-05-15T11:00:00.001-04:002013-05-15T11:00:48.719-04:00WWDD---What Would Darcy Do? Welcome Back!<br />
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When I got the idea for What Would Darcy Do posts I thought it would be a different scenario every week but I'm having so much fun with the plane that I'm going to stay there until I get tired of it.<br />
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If you'd like to go back and relive the fun. <a href="http://violetbedford.blogspot.com/2013/05/wwdd-what-would-darcy-do.html" target="_blank">Week One is here</a> and <a href="http://violetbedford.blogspot.com/2013/05/wwdd-what-would-darcy-do-more-high.html" target="_blank">Week Two is here</a>.<br />
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Which brings us now to Week Three. I got this idea while vacuuming this morning. If you all like it, that might mean I'll have to vacuum more so I am torn about what sort of response I hope to get.<br />
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<b>Liz patted her hair to make sure it was in place, then softly tapped on the cockpit door before entering. </b><br />
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<b>Her heart fluttered when Captain George Wickham turned from his piloting duties and smiled at her. She'd met many pilots in her day, but none looked so handsome in their uniform as George Wickham. Perhaps it was the way he wore his hat in rakish disarray, but she suspected it was the way his eyes looked at her and made her feel tingly and naughty; like he knew just how to get her wheels off the ground. </b><br />
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<b>"We're all meeting up for drinks at the hotel bar after we land, Liz. Will I see you there?"</b><br />
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<b> The invitation was just what she'd been hoping for. "Of course I can't stay out too late, but it would be nice to get out and see everyone." </b><br />
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<b>Wickham winked at her. "I'll make sure you're in bed early." </b><br />
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<b>"You told me that a woman needs to let a man know she's interested. I'm just following your advice." </b><br />
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<b>"I would advise you to stay away from Captain Wickham. He is a notorious flirt and rumor has it he is broke since his first two wives have taken him to the cleaners. Better to find a nice steady man who has his feet firmly on the ground." </b><br />
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<b>"Charlotte! What about love and romance?" </b><br />
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<b>"Finding love is really just a matter of chance. Better to make sure you have a roof over your head and money in the bank or you'll be serving coffee and danish until you're old and gray." </b><br />
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Hmmm. Any ideas for what happens next?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-18039813319049050392013-05-12T04:30:00.000-04:002013-05-12T04:30:00.752-04:00WeWriWa More from Betrothed to Mr. Darcy<br />
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Thanks for stopping by! We're moving on from the discussion about the marriage settlement. This scene takes place a couple days later when Mr. Darcy, Elizabeth and Miss Darcy are discussing Elizabeth's move to Pemberley. </div>
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<b>“But will you not enjoy exploring new paths at Pemberley?”
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<b>“Yes,” Elizabeth said, “I am sure I will find much to enjoy
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<b>“I look forward to showing you all the pleasures of Pemberley.”
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<b>Elizabeth, who had taken a bite of toast, found that her
throat had closed up and she had difficulty swallowing. An unladylike gulp of
tea resolved the matter, though it did nothing to calm the slamming of her
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-25258143693149376822013-05-07T15:55:00.002-04:002013-05-07T15:57:07.172-04:00WWDD--What Would Darcy Do? More High Flying FunLast week my first WWDD was about Mr. Darcy on a plane. You can read that post <a href="http://violetbedford.blogspot.com/2013/05/wwdd-what-would-darcy-do.html" target="_blank">here.</a> I had so much fun that I decided to continue that scene.<br />
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<b>The plane was just about to pull back from the gate. Mr. Darcy glanced around and noticed the two seats behind him and his new friend, Chuck, were empty. If no one showed up, perhaps he'd be able to move and have those two seats to himself. He was ill qualified to recommend himself to strangers and thus preferred to travel without the necessity of social chit chat. </b><br />
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<b>Just as he was about to release his seat belt and make his move, a clatter arose at the entrance to the plane and two women, presumably mother and daughter, clamored onto the plane, their hands overflowing with shopping bags. </b><br />
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<b>"Oh my dear Lydia," the elder woman said. "We made it. Right on time. I always knew we would." </b><br />
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<b>The commotion created by the two newest passengers brought Liz out of the gallery. Mr. Darcy noticed that the look in her eyes went from vibrant to horrified to calm in an instant. She assisted the two women to get their bags stowed so that the plane could take off on time. </b><br />
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<b>"Lord, I'm so hungry," the younger woman said. </b><br />
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<b>"Look at us, flying first class. I always knew we were meant for such luxury. How fortunate that the odious Mr. Collins died before you father so that we were able to keep all of his frequent flyer miles." </b><br />
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<b>"I never thought I'd have so many miles on me," Lydia said. </b><br />
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Oh...I have to stop. I think this is taking a bad turn. What do you think?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-90767647527391106112013-05-05T02:30:00.000-04:002013-05-05T02:30:03.202-04:00Another 8 From Betrothed to Mr. Darcy---More From the Marriage Settlement Discussion<br />
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father’s desk before taking her hands in his. “My dear Elizabeth, have you no
notion of the value of Pemberley and the Darcy estate?” <o:p></o:p></b></i></div>
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<i><b>“Whether you care about pecuniary matters or not, you are
soon to become the mistress of Pemberley and,” he paused to gather his
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Is it a sign that I have spent too much time in Jane Austen Land (is that possible?) when I am standing at the airport gate looking at the mass of humanity and thinking "I wonder what Mr. Darcy would think of all this?" And Viola! A new feature for my blog was born.<br />
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Okay...it's a new blog so pretty much everything is a new feature, but humor me here.<br />
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Today's inaugural installment of WWDD---What Would Darcy Do on an airplane?<br />
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Of course, he'd fly first class. And he most certainly would not be one of those people who cram all their belongings into a carry on bag and jam it into the overhead compartment. So unseemly.<br />
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He would not partake of the free alcohol in first class and he most certainly would not flirt with the flight attendants.<br />
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In all likelihood, he would be the man who closes his eyes and pretends he's asleep in order to avoid any conversation.<br />
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The more I thought about this scenario, the more the other characters from Pride and Prejudice appeared in the scene which now looks something like this:<br />
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<i><b>"I dearly love to fly, is it not the most invigorating experience?" The eager faced man took his seat next to Mr. Darcy who did his best to be polite without encouraging further discourse. Undaunted, the other man put out his hand in a manner which required a response from Darcy. "I'm Chuck, Chuck Bingley. Just love flying. On my way to a sales conference. My father died and left me the business and now I'm learning the ropes." </b></i><br />
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<i><b>"I am sorry to hear about your father," Mr. Darcy said and turned to look out the window. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>"Pops was quite a guy. I just hope I can do as good a job with the business as he did." </b></i><br />
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<i><b>"So, you're in trade?" Darcy turned back from the window and examined his seatmate. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>"Trade, buy, sell. We do it all." </b></i><br />
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<i><b>"Fresh from the oven cookies, gentlemen?" A flight attendant with vibrant eyes and a name tag that said "Liz" presented a tray of gooey confections in front of Mr. Darcy and his new, unwanted, friend. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>"They appear tolerable, but not enough to tempt me," Mr. Darcy said. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>"Upon my word, man, I would not be as fastidious as you for a kingdom. I've never seen such temptations." Chuck Bingley said reaching for a chocolate chip and a Snickerdoodle which he gobbled with delight and washed down with an enthusiastic gulp of milk. </b></i><br />
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Oh...I must stop. This is too much fun!<br />
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What do you think? Who else is on the plane? Imagine Mrs. Bennet in the seat behind them. Or Lydia and Wickham trying to join the Mile High Club?<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341569924874889240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525750429131021384.post-87659402652351432082013-04-28T04:30:00.000-04:002013-04-28T04:30:03.071-04:008 More Sentences from Betrothed to Mr. DarcyI'm back for a second week of Weekend Writing Warriors. Thanks for stopping by.<br />
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This snippet is from Betrothed to Mr. Darcy, a Pride and Prejudice variation that I am writing. In this scene, Mr. Bennet and Mr. Darcy are arguing over the terms of the marriage settlement. Elizabeth arrives to find her two favorite men shouting at each other across her father's desk.<br />
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<i><b>Before she could voice her surprise, Mr. Darcy responded to
the accusation. “I am simply being practical, sir. My income is more than
sufficient to provide funds for the care of my future wife,” despite his anger,
a smile formed on his mouth when he said ‘wife’ and his eyes softened as they
looked to the object of his affection, “But you, sir, have a wife and two other
daughters to provide for, not to mention the likelihood that your youngest will
need financial assistance for the balance of her marriage and beyond.” <o:p></o:p></b></i></div>
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<i><b>“Is it not shameful enough that I am obliged to you for the
expense of one daughter’s marriage and the living of her husband but you expect
me to allow you the full measure of support for my most beloved daughter as
well? It cannot be.”</b></i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Betrothed to Mr. Darcy follows Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy during the period of time between their betrothal and marriage. In addition to the usual stresses associated with planning a wedding, Elizabeth Bennet is forced to confront the impact that her family's behavior and reputation will have on not just Mr. Darcy, but his sister, Georgiana, as well. Will she set aside her desire to be his bride in order to protect the Darcy name and reputation? </div>
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