“That boy is too stubborn for his own good. We shall see how it is once he is married to that chit. I predict he will be repenting of it all by July.” “Perhaps he will, but what good will that do?” Anne said. “You heard him, did you not? ’Til death. That is a very long time.” “One never knows. She is likely already with child, and the Darcys have always had large babies. One might kill her.” Anne laughed. “A killer baby. I like that. Or of course anything could kill her, in truth. We live in dangerous times.” Her mother only nodded and closed her eyes, leaning back into the squabs. Dangerous
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what the haaaaaaaaaay is wrong with this girl I think she’s a sociopath
