By Virtue, Not Birth: An Elizabeth and Darcy Story (Mr. Underwood's Elizabeth & Darcy Stories)

by Timothy Underwood

A ghost observing the happiness of the living, but unable to touch any of them.

In reply Miss Elizabeth said, still in that cheerful tone, “Oh, I never expect to be tempting to anyone. That is never my aim.

“You are certainly more than merely tolerable.”

Darcy wanted to cover her with himself and make everything well for her, forever and always.

“My dear Miss Bingley,” Elizabeth said her head high, and meeting the gazes all about. “I am eccentric, not unaccomplished.

“I believe you to be a liar,” Elizabeth said. “I will not let you speak in this way about my friend.” “Lizzy!

Elizabeth’s mind was filled with the question of just what Mr. Bennet had meant by a “situation concordant with her birth”.

“You would beat children to convince their mothers to never stray?” Lord Hartley asked angrily. “No, no. I do not say that,” Colonel Fitzwilliam replied.

I would never be friends with an adulterous woman, but I will despise a man who beats a child for spite.”

Elizabeth knew she loved him. It was impossible for her to pretend any other sentiment. The sense of relief that she had felt upon hearing that he was not engaged to Miss de Bourgh was such as to make it impossible for her to lie to herself.

Papa said to Robert and Darcy, “I’ll be speaking with Elizabeth in private.”

Though it was difficult finding chances to continue that delightfully begun practice of kissing.