The Journey

by Jan Hahn

I turned and stared at him. “Why do you persist in saying that? How do you know who Mr. Darcy cares for?” “Don’t, Miss, except even a blind man couldn’t mistake the way he feels for you. The way he looks at you. The way he speaks about you. The way he’d give up his life for you. No way could he make it plainer except perhaps to shout it in the street for all to hear!”