“I should dearly love to hear what she would make of Sir William’s ode to roast beef.” Georgiana cocked her head to one side. “Surely you can enlighten me?” “It was a terrible thing,” Darcy said with a little laugh. Fitzwilliam leaned back, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Ah, the ode. Allow me to recite it for you.” “You memorised it?” Darcy asked incredulously. “Know thine enemy, Darcy,” Fitzwilliam replied seriously. Georgiana dissolved into laughter. “Your enemy is roast beef? I shall be sure to alert the cook.”
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