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Thank you! Regarding Mr. Bennet's and Murray's rather ambiguous words about Mr. Wickham's death, it is a part of the story I struggled with, and I'm afraid in the end I'm as much in the dark as you. It is one of the few details Mr. Bennet would not elaborate upon, so it must remain a mystery. As to the suitors, I believe it goes back to Elizabeth's belief that people are ever changing, and thereby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Loved Elizabeth's opening ruminations, particularly this bit: She could not possibly marry him. He was demonstrably out of his wits, and had she not always said she could not marry a man who was out of his wits? The colonel's parting sally was also excellent! I'm enjoying the characters and interested to see where you take us.by Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
I know! That description made me cringeby Kathy - Tea Room
Chapter 16 "And how is your young man?" The flush rose on Elizabeth's cheeks, and Mr. Bennet laughed. "Mr. Darcy is not my young man," she demurred. "Oh, I certainly think he is," her father replied, "It does not require a person of extraordinary cleverness to see that he is completely taken by you, and only awaiting his moment; he has attended you here every day now for the past two weeks. Toby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Author's Note (DNA): Well, here it is -- the penultimate chapter. Just a closing chapter after this, which I'll probably post right after. Thank you all for coming along on the ride. It's been an absolute joy to know I've provided a little amusement. Thank you also to LizzyS for her proofreading and prodding. I promise not to take seven years before I finish my next story. Chapter 15 Undaunted bby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Chapter 14 Mr. Bennet returned to Longbourn during the evening of the second day, going first to his rooms to refresh himself and thence to his study. There he entered the room, grown cool with the fire banked low in the grate, set his candle on the desk, and then collapsed in his chair heavily, a sigh escaping him as he rested his head on the high back. He closed his eyes and ran a hand down hisby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
A very sweet exchange! I like the way the two siblings react and reason.by Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
A few days ago, in my reading, I came across an essay by the late GK Chesterton (29 May 1874 – 14 June 1936), known among other things for his Father Brown mysteries, and who is also one of the two greatest influences on my writing. I was absolutely tickled by the subject and thought I should share it, though as I couldn't find a digital version anywhere, I had to reproduce it from my book, so pleby Kathy - Tea Room
A few days ago, in my reading, I came across an essay by the late GK Chesterton (29 May 1874 – 14 June 1936), who is one of the two greatest influences on my writing. I was absolutely tickled by the subject and thought I should share it, though I couldn't find a digital version anywhere, so I had to reproduce it from my book. I hope you find it as amusing as I did: Rewriting Our Novels May 23, 19by Kathy - Tea Room
Author's Note (DNA): Apparently I forgot how the days of the week went and posted last chapter after work on Monday, rather than Tuesday, and add to that it was the big cliffie. Sorry! To make up for it, here's the next, half a day early. Chapter 13 When Elizabeth burst into her father's study without warning, her breath coming in labored gasps, Mr. Bennet looked up with a startled expression onby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Chapter 12 It was three days before the rain stopped, and a day more before it was safe to venture out on the roadways by horse. Mr. Bingley came early in the morning, even before breakfast, and the expected announcement was made. The Bennets had spent a week in mourning for their distant cousin, and now it was time for celebration. Mr. Fletcher, too, had made a proposal during a conspicuously coby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Chapter 11 Sometime in the late evening, it began to rain, and Monday morning dawned on a sodden landscape topped by heavy clouds that showed no inclination to disperse. Kept inside by such unfriendly weather, Elizabeth sat in the window enclosure of the parlor that overlooked the front drive, a book resting forgotten on her lap. In solemn silence, she watched the screaming wind lash raindrops agby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Chapter 10 The following day was Sunday, and the Bennets attended services in the morning. Motivated perhaps by recent events, Longbourn's pastor temporarily abandoned his series of theological treatises on the weaknesses of the deist argument in order to give a rousing sermon on the sins of envy and rage, as illustrated in the ancient tale of Abel's murder by Cain. The usual glassy stares and sby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Chapter 9 "I cannot imagine this should take very long," Mr. Bennet muttered as he disembarked from the gig outside the assembly rooms, where the inquests for the recent deaths would occur. Jane glanced nervously at the cart a few yards away, where Murray and the constable stood guard over the bodies to be presented at the inquest, and determinedly turned her shoulder to conceal her view of it.by Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Author's note (DNA): DebraMc asked how many chapters there were, but I think I'll leave the exact number a mystery -- I shall only say that we are about halfway. Thanks again to LizzyS for the beta/encouragement help. Chapter 8 As it happened, Mr. Fletcher had already arrived at Longbourn when Elizabeth and Mr. Bennet returned from Netherfield. There they found him comfortably ensconced in theby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Author's note (DNA): thank you so much for the lovely comments! I'm glad you like it, and I'm enjoying the theories. A longer chapter today for your reading pleasure. Chapter 7 Despite the likelihood that the coroner was already on his way to Longbourn, an express was sent on its way to Mr. Fletcher to inform him of the second suspicious death. Mr. Bennet, however, felt no inclination to stay atby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Mizzle is my favorite weather word. I had to slip it in somewhere!by Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Chapter 6 Elizabeth retrieved her outerwear from Mrs. Phillip’s maid at the door and soon was breathing in the chill of the afternoon. The streets of Meryton remained quiet: a horse nearby stood in a fog of frozen breath as his owner filled the cart; the publican swept the steps of the inn; a cluster of redcoats congregated at the far corner of the street, too distant to determine their identitieby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
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Chapter 5 Charlotte Lucas, the eldest unmarried daughter of Longbourn’s nearest neighbor, was just approaching the house as Elizabeth was fleeing. Given the newsworthiness of the recent ball and its even more scandalous conclusion, Miss Lucas had been on her way to have a long coze with her good friend and perhaps by chance pick up some interesting gossip to satiate the curiosity of her mother anby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Author's Note (DNA): It's pretty quiet on the board, so I might as well post twice a week and keep the chapters coming, especially since this one is a little shorter. Thanks again to LizzyS for her amazing beta/cheerleading help. Chapter 4 Barely after dawn, Mr. Bingley’s carriage called for Mr. Bennet and his blushing daughter Jane, and Elizabeth saw them all off with some satisfaction and a coby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Chapter 3 Mrs. Sanders, a widow of indeterminate age who had lived in Meryton for as many years as her husband had been deceased, had let several of her upstairs rooms to officers from the militia quartered in Meryton. Among the officers billeted there for winter had numbered the late Mr. Denny, who had occupied the small room on the east end of the house. His quarters were cozy, if minimal: a sby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Author's note (DNA): So glad people like it so far! Now we really start to stray from canon, and I shall preface the next bit by saying that I really did do a lot of historical research on law enforcement and murder in the early nineteenth century, and then said, meh. Let's make Mr. Bennet the star. Also, thanks again to LizzyS! Chapter 2 Despite its relative unimportance in the world at large aby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Author's Note (DNA): long time no see! This story has only taken me about 7 years to finish, but I finally did it! Many thanks to LizzyS. for helping beta and polish this up. I hope it's a fun treat. Chapter 1 The 26th of November was certain to be memorable for the gentle populace of that particular corner of Hertfordshire. After a succession of rain, the day of the ball at Netherfield Hall daby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
A great short story! I especially love the interaction between the brothers.by Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
This was a very fun story! Like the others, I could wish for more adventures, but I also just really like this as it is. The character names were very fun, the plot great. Thanks for sharing!by Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Very fun! I should feel sorry for Henry for his plans coming out so badly, but I just can't, because he was being very naughty about them. That's him in a nutshell, isn't it?by Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
I always look forward to your holiday poems! Very, very funnyby Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
What a sweet, lovely story! I very much enjoyed it. Thank you!by Kathy - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Whilst avoiding doing what I should, I came across this article because google said it was up my alley: https://theimaginativeconservative.org/2018/11/jane-austen-susannah-pearce.html Preaching to the choir a little with the audience here, but thought someone else might find it an enjoyable read, too.by Kathy - Tea Room