Jane had not come to their shared bedchamber with her to refresh herself, and Elizabeth dearly wished that she had so that she might have explained why it was that Mr Darcy was acting in the way that he was. He had entered the drawing room with her uncle, smiling and nodding as if the pair of them were old friends, and then he had come to the small sofa where she sat with Jane and wedged himself right in between them. Jane, blushing, had hurriedly risen and gone a few feet over to the vacant chair where Mr Darcy ought to have situated himself. Instead, Mr Darcy smiled and thanked her, saying
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