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Post by Mr. Darcy on May 28, 2008 16:25:53 GMT -5
*Darcy blinked.*
"You'd rather work?" *he said stupidly.*
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Post by Anne on May 28, 2008 16:29:16 GMT -5
"To be dependent upon my own efforts rather than suffer an entirely material match with unequal temperaments and disappointed expectations? Of course!" *she said, as if it were obvious.*
"Unless I find my ideal in a suitor, I shall never marry. I will take nothing less."
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Post by Mr. Darcy on May 28, 2008 16:59:01 GMT -5
*Darcy could well imagine that an orphan farmgirl with pretensions to poetry might well have trouble meeting her "match."*
"Then you seek to marry for love," *Darcy said, which was a valid point of surprise, given his time and upbringing.*
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Post by Anne on May 28, 2008 17:04:33 GMT -5
"Shouldn't everybody?"
*She picked a daisy and idly tucked it behind one ear.*
((...even knowing how damn long it'd take to rip and convert the 6 hours of BBC P&P AND Anne of Green Gables...I still want to do it and make a video and a handful of manips.))
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Post by Mr. Darcy on May 30, 2008 16:39:02 GMT -5
((Oh man, so hot!))
"But it's not always possible. And it's not always responsible. One's first duty is to society, to well-being. If one can find both, of course, that would be preferable. But following one's heart is irresponsible."
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Post by Anne on May 30, 2008 17:32:18 GMT -5
"And marrying for cold, filthy lucre is commendable?" *she challenged with sudden fire and cool venom in her tone.* "I believe the barest cottage would seem a castle if one's true love dwelled within!" *Her passionate nature bubbled to the surface as was her wont, and she thrust her nose high with an air of injured dignity and conviction.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on May 31, 2008 1:06:27 GMT -5
*Darcy truly did not know what to say to that. When you phrased it that way, of course, she was right; but he also thought that she would end up very lonely with such an attitude. The world did not work that way; if one was lucky, love and duty conspired. Darcy was lucky. He could wait for both, and if not, it was no great matter except where an heir for Pemberley was concerned. But Georgiana would marry well, he knew that. Far in the future, of course.
In truth, he was somewhat perturbed by the girl's spirit. It was not unpleasant, but it caught him off guard, and he was ill-prepared to respond to such shifts in conversation.*
"I have offended you," *he said.* "Such was not my intention. I think such things... one's position... must naturally be a consideration..."
*He bowed stiffly, aware he was not at his best.*
"My best wishes, Miss Shirley. I will take my leave."
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Post by Anne on May 31, 2008 4:02:15 GMT -5
*She merely nodded, saying nothing as she furiously picked a rose off a bush for a distraction.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Jun 2, 2008 11:25:31 GMT -5
*Darcy walked away, his brain in some confusion, his face set in a sort of frown. He did not see the rest of the garden he passed though, discomfited by the encounter; both its pleasurable and its disturbing aspects.*
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