Miss Elizabeth stood against the far wall, conversing with the eldest Lucas girl. His face heated. Just an hour ago, on the carriage ride here, he had heartily agreed with Miss Bingley’s assessment that Miss Elizabeth had hardly a good feature in her face. It was not true. Far from it. Her features were uncommonly intelligent, especially because of the beautiful expression of her dark eyes. Granted, there was more than one failure of perfect symmetry in her form, but her figure was light and pleasing. Her manners were certainly not those of the fashionable world. But was that truly
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