
Mrs. Bennet can be very persuasive.
August 18, 1812
Mrs. Bennet’s unique rap sounded at the study door just an hour after dinner.
Mr. Bennet leaned his head back into the soft wing back. Even if it was expected, he did not relish the call. She had only begun coming downstairs once again the day before yesterday. Could she not afford him just one more evening of peace?
“Come.”
She bustled in, a hen with feathers ruffled, looking for someone to peck. “I would speak with you, si...
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