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You know, the BBC double DVD version, starring Colin Firth as the delicious Mr. Darcy
felt that
“Things aren’t working out so well, and each time the men in your life disappoint, you let Mr. Darcy in a little bit more.
me
Spinster is just an archaic term for ‘career-minded.’”
Here, the Prince Regent still rules a carefree England. No scripts. No written endings. A holiday no one else can offer you.
is ths real?
Complete immersion in the Regency period is the only way to truly Experience Austen’s England.”
sign me up
She made herself take two deep-rooted yoga breaths, smiled back, and thought of men in breeches. “Okay then.”
me
Miss Charming, seemingly bored of trying to seduce the Darcy out of Mr. Nobley, secured Colonel Andrews as a partner.
reddened her cheeks and brightened her eyes.
He’s a mean, unpleasant, loathsome man.There’s no Darcy in him. And I don’t need him to get me through this. I can do this; I want to do this.
ok sure
“I don’t think I could explain it to a man. If you were a woman, all I’d have to say is ‘Colin Firth in a wet shirt’ and you’d say, ‘Ah.’”
When Matilda led him away, Jane announced to the empty room, “If you’re listening, Big Brother, I refuse to be Fanny Price.”
oof
Sir John extends his apologies for not returning to the Park, but he plans to stay in town to be near the apothecary until at least two weeks hence, poor man, so I am afraid you may not see him again before departing.
FIRED
Captain East: … Miss Heartwright: …
riveting
And if you run into Mr. Darcy, tell him I want my black nightie back.
They played croquet the next morning.
pall mall vibes
Even so, she found herself hoping it was Mr. Nobley.
same
And Jane thought, Done playing around, she says, as though she’s not wearing a bonnet and bloomers.
“How is the painting going?” he asked.
sexy
To her self-portrait, Jane whispered, “This is the best therapy ever.”
He seemed tedious to me, but he did a good job of being into you. It was Nobley who asked me to pretend your cell phone was mine, you know. He said Wattlesbrook would send you home, asked me to do it as a favor.
BRUH
She believed now in earnest that fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.
Then, impossibly, another figure ran toward her. The sideburns and stiff-collared jacket looked ridiculous out of the context of Pembrook Park, though he’d stuck on a baseball cap and trench
She had never, even in her most ridiculous daydreaming, imagined that Mr. Nobley would come after her.
The woman nodded and smiled sympathetically at Jane as though pondering the sadness of a crazy woman dating a man in Regency clothes.
didn’t think it was possible, but I found a man as crazy intense as I was.”
Later, when they would spend straight hours conversing in the dark, Jane would realize that Henry kissed the way he talked—his entire attention taut, focused, intensely hers.
