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Had Miss Bingley ever entertained hopes of a union with Darcy, her indiscretions this morning ended them entirely. It was a stretch to consider any woman who could not hear dragons. One who was crass and insensitive to boot. No, that was entirely impossible. It was a shame that Miss Elizabeth did not come from better stock, better connections. Everything else about her was entirely suitable. Her connection to dragons was uncanny— “Darcy, Darcy?” Bingley peered into his face. “Are you there, old fellow?”
Pemberley: Mr. Darcy's Dragon (Jane Austen's Dragons, #1)
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