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                                        By Lori

                                  Section I, Next Section


                                        Prologue
                         Posted on Monday, 13 November 2006
   The rain started just after their return trip. Dark gray storm clouds blocked the sun
 completely while the wind and rain beat against the carriage. So far, the roads were still
good, but the gentleman was anxious to get to the next stop to take shelter at the Inn until
                                       the storm abated.
 "Fanny, I wish you had been willing to stay at you brother's at least until better weather
                        had come especially in your condition."
"Nonsense, Richard. I want to be home when the baby is born. Even so, if this storm does
            not desist, we can stop at the next inn since it is not too far off."
"Still, I would have felt more at ease with you staying at your brother's rather than an inn
                                   along the road home."
Twenty-year-old Francis Gardiner Bennet turned to look at her husband of a little over a
year and smiled. Taking his arm, she leaned against him as best she could, with her head
                                    on his shoulder.
"I know, my love, and I know how much this whole trip has worried you since I should
 be in confinement, but I really appreciated attending Mama's funeral. Thank you." She
had tears in her eyes for the two very different emotions she felt. Her mother's untimely
death had devastated her as she had been extremely close with her. They had been best
 friends besides being mother and daughter. However, her pain was tempered with the
  love she felt for her Richard. It had been love at first sight and everything had been
wonderful since, with the exception of the occasional arguments that most couples have.
"Oh, Fanny. You know how much I love you and how I would do anything to make you
happy. I am glad you were able to be at your mother's funeral. She was a kind, generous,
and intelligent woman. I worry about you and the baby though. I fear that all this activity
 will some how cause harm to you both. I will be glad to arrive home and you had better
keep your promise and go into the rest of your confinement without complaint." Richard
     smiled at his wife with a slight mischievous glint replacing the worry at the last.
 Fanny laughed, "I will keep my word, but I will be grateful to be able to go out for our
                              walks again after the birth."
                                        "As will I."
They fell into a companionable and loving silence. For the next while, they each enjoyed
 each other's quite company while listening to the howling wind and pounding rain. The
occasional thunder clap would make Fanny jump, but it could not disturb her happiness at
                  going home with her husband and the baby she carried.
 However, at one point Richard Bennet was awoken from his dozing by a moan coming
 from Fanny. Opening his eyes fully, he immediately turned to his wife only to see her
             eyes clenched shut and her hands holding her round stomach.
                                  "Fanny, what is wrong?"
       "It is the baby. I . . . I think . . . it has decided it wants to meet its parents."
                                     "What?! . . . Now?!"
"Yes! Now!" She managed to glance at her husband to see how worried he was as well as
  his surprise and hurt at being snapped at. "I am sorry I snapped, though you should
    prepare yourself for more as I have a feeling I will be rather . . . short tempered."
   "Oh, I most certainly will keep it in mind, but right now I must get us to the nearest
                                    doctor or midwife."
                                      "That would help."
                "See. I told you, you would pick up my sense of humour."
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, "Never mind the humour . . . only tell the driver to get
                    us to the nearest inn and then locate the midwife."
                                         "Of course."
It did not take long to reach the Rose Garden Inn after Mr. Bennet had ordered the driver
to hurry. Mr. Bennet, the driver and the innkeeper, a Mr. Stevens, all helped Mrs. Bennet
 into the building and into a room. Mrs. Stevens, the proprietor's wife came immediately
  to help her as her husband sent someone for the midwife as no doctors resided nearby.
 Mrs. Bennet was resting comfortable between contractions while her husband remained
 next to her even though he had been scolded and advised to leave by the Mrs. Stevens
when the midwife, a Mrs. Smith, arrived with her twelve-year-old step-daughter. She was
more successful in forcing Mr. Bennet to leave. From there on, there was nothing else for
                            Richard Bennet to do but wait.


    At the same time, a handsome coach was coming from the opposite direction. The
occupants found themselves more comfortable than the Bennets even with the storm. Yet,
 they were experiencing a similar set of events. They, too, were returning from a funeral
                             under the same circumstances.
                                "Elizabeth, are you alright?"
          "Edmund, I am fine. You have asked me that ten times since we left."
 "I know, dearest, but I am so worried especially since the weather has turned for the
worse. We should never have gone while you are in this condition. We should have kept
        you in confinement. Beth, you know how much trouble we have had."
 "I know, darling, but I had to go to my sister's funeral. You know how close we were."
"Indeed. I am sorry. I am apprehensive. I do not know what I would do if we lost another
child." Tears were in his eyes and he could see tears welling up in his wife's eyes as well.
     "I understand completely. I do not know if I could handle another loss either."
  As with the Bennets, this couple dozed as well attempting to ignore the thunder and
  howling wind and rain. The gentleman was similarly awakened by his wife's moans.
                    "Elizabeth? Elizabeth, what is it? Is it the baby?"
His wife could only nod as she held her stomach and moaned again in pain. It was all the
  answer her husband needed to push him into action telling the driver to hurry to the
          nearest stopping point and to find a doctor or midwife immediately.
Reaching the closest inn, the Rose Garden, the driver went into find directions. When he
     discovered that she was already there attending another woman, he informed his
employer who made arrangements for his wife to have the room next to the other lady so
that the midwife could attend both. Mrs. Smith, the midwife summarily told him to leave
             the room after he finished helping his Elizabeth into the room.
 Standing in the hall staring at the door to his wife's room, the gentleman turned as Mr.
                                   Stevens addressed him.
       "Sir, if you will follow me, I will take you to an area where you can wait."
                          "Thank you, but I prefer to stay here."
The innkeeper smiled, "That may be all well and all, but as soon as Mrs. Smith sees you
  out here she will insist on you leaving the hall as well. Also, it may be a while, so it
                might be easier to wait where you can at least sit down."
 The gentleman thought about it and nodded. He knew he would be no good to his wife
                              standing here. "Alright."
                        "It is a small private dining area this way."
The innkeeper left him at the door to continue with his business, so when the gentleman
             opened the door he was surprised to see another gentleman.
           "I am sorry to disturb you sir, but this is where I was told to wait."
  "No apologies are necessary. Mrs. Stevens informed me that another gentleman would
probably be joining me here as they are having a particularly busy day due to the storm. I,
too, was brought here to wait. Mrs. Smith can be rather forceful when she wants someone
                                        to leave."
   The gentleman looked up at Mr. Bennet, "So, it is your wife who also waits for the
  midwife. We were told when we arrived that the midwife was already here attending
                                   another lady."
 "Yes. We were travelling and hoped to be settled at home before needing the midwife.
         My mother-in-law passed away and my wife was very close to her."
 "It is the same for my wife and I. She wanted to be at her dear sister's funeral so much I
              simply could not say no. We had also hoped to be home as well."
Both fell silent and stood as they heard footsteps pass in the hall. When the door did not
open, they looked back at each other as each took a seat. After silence had crept over the
       room and remained for a time, the gentleman started a small conversation.
  Two hours passed as the two went from conversation on the local land, to business to
                             more personal information.
  After finishing a discussion on ___________, Mr. Bennet paused as if deliberating on
                     something which was noticed by his companion.
                            "Is there something bothering you?"
   "Actually, yes. I know this is a rather personal question, but do you have any other
                                         children?"
The gentleman smiled as he guessed what the younger man wanted to know. "Yes, I have
one son who is nine years old. Am I correct in assuming that this will be your first child?
                         Mr. Bennet blushed slightly as he nodded.
"I thought as much. If you have a question, I will answer what I am able. I know I wished
                         I had someone when Charles was born."
                      "Umm . . . How long can this take? I mean . . ."
 Holding up his hands, the gentleman answered, "I understand what you mean. I am not
             sure. It was right about four hours before Charles was born."
"It has only been about two." Sighing, Mr. Bennet continued, "I am sorry for prying. I am
    simply nervous about this and I have no doubt put upon your time with my constant
                                         chatter."
  "To be honest, your conversation has prevented me from worrying too much. You see,
     we . . . this is our fifth child. Twice were miscarriages early on. The last child, our
daughter was stillborn. I worry for both Elizabeth, my wife who I nearly lost with the last
 one as well, and our child. I do not care if it is a boy or a girl as long as it lives. I do not
      know what I would do if we lost another child. I doubt my wife will react well if
 something should happen." As he said all this, tears had begun to flow down his cheeks
as the fear of what might be overwhelmed him. He would normally be embarrassed to cry
    in front of another, but right at the moment, it did not matter if what he feared came
                                              about.
 "I am sorry for your loss and sincerely hope that all will be well this time." Mr. Bennet
                         remained at a loss as to what else to say.
       "Thank you for your kindness. I hope today will be a day of joy for us both."
                       From there on, they settled back into waiting.


 Meanwhile, the midwife, Mrs. Smith and her twelve year old step-daughter were kept
    busy going between the two rooms. Mrs. Stevens was busy finding and providing
supplies to her. During the two hours, she learned the identity of her first charge. If Mrs.
  Bennet bore a son, it would deprive Mrs. Smith's nephew of the Longbourn estate he
    would inherit on entailment. Although she did not wish harm to the Bennets, she
 sincerely hoped that this child would be a daughter. Mrs. Smith had also learned of the
    tragic past of the other lady. She hoped that they would not have to suffer another
                                          tragedy.
   However, her hopes were in vain as two and one-half hours after the start, the second
 lady bore her stillborn son. As the lady passed out from the strain and difficulty she had
        faced, Mrs. Smith was called to Mrs. Bennet's room by her step-daughter.
   Entering the room, she immediately went to work and sent the girl to gather more
supplies. Only a few short while passed before the baby, a son was born. As Mrs. Bennet
           slept in her exhaustion, the midwife thought about what this meant.
My nephew has lost his inheritance to this infant. This will make things very difficult for
   my sister's son. Also, that poor woman next door. She is not likely to have more
  considering all the difficulties she has had and I doubt she will want to risk losing
                                         another.
Suddenly, a thought struck her. Something that might help her nephew and the lady at the
                                      same time.
It is risky, but the woman could then be spared more pain with one last child that she has
held so much hope for. My nephew may gain his inheritance if the Bennets have no more
   sons. No. It is not fair to them or any daughters they might have. Surely though, Mrs.
     Bennet is young yet. She could still produce an heir. Even if she did not, surely my
      nephew would not displace the poor girls or their mother should Mr. Bennet die.
  She looked around. If I am to do this, I must act quickly; my step-daughter will be back
  soon. With that she bundled up the heir of Longbourn, and carried him to the door and
  opened it quietly. Glancing down each end of the hall, she moved quickly into the next
room. She was pleased to see the woman still asleep. Laying the one child down, she took
 the stillborn child and carried him in the same manner as she had the other before. Once
   in Mrs. Bennet's room, she laid him in the same spot from which she took the Bennet
                                            child.
 Calming herself with several deep breaths she turned toward the door as it burst open to
                                reveal her step-daughter.
 "I am sorry, Mama. When I went to get these, one of the boys working here ran into me
while carrying some stew and I dropped them and he spilled the stew as I spilled the rest
of the hot water. Mrs. Stevens hurried to find me more while I got more hot water. I truly
did not mean to take so long." The girl said all this barely stopping for breath throughout
                                        her speech.
  "That is alright my dear. I made do with what I had, but I do need them now." As she
  moved toward the supplies that had been set on a chair, her step-daughter noticed her
                                     shaking hands.
         "Mama, what is wrong? Are you ill? Your hands are shaking so badly."
  "It is nothing my dear. It . . . It is only that . . . the second child, right over there, was
                                             stillborn."
 The girl looked over from the lifeless infant to the woman on the bed as tears filled her
                             eyes, "Oh, the poor woman."
 Mrs. Smith looked away. "Indeed. Now I need your help. You know what I need you to
                                        do."
With that, they worked on everything else that needed doing. When they were done, Mrs.
Smith decided to inform the gentlemen it was time to see their wives. She told her step-
daughter she would send the first gentleman to see his wife and son and that she was to
 stand in the hall and direct him to the correct door. Mrs. Smith would accompany the
        other gentleman to his wife as she had to inform him of the tragic news.


As she reached the door of the waiting room the men were in, she took a deep breath and
                                 knocked and entered.
 "I am sorry to interrupt, but I thought you sir would like to know you have a son." She
 had directed her gaze at the second gentleman who smiled brilliantly. Before he could
 reply, she continued, "If you go down the corridor you will see my step-daughter there
                       and she will direct you to the correct room."
           "Thank you," he hurried out so eager he was to see his wife and son.
    While happy for the other gentleman, Mr. Bennet was anxious for news of Fanny.
                            "Any news of my wife, madam?"
                  "I am sorry to tell you sir that your son was stillborn."
 Mr. Bennet swallowed hard at the pain he felt but pushed it aside as he worried for his
                                        wife.
                                         "Fanny?"
She is resting. I think it would be best if you were with her when I break the news to her."
 Mr. Bennet nodded and followed her out as relief for his wife mixed with the pain and
sadness at the loss of his son. He did not relish seeing Fanny's face contract with pain as
 the happiness she had been feeling at the hope of their child transformed into loss and
                                          sorrow.


 Mrs. Smith leaned against the wall outside the Bennets room. She had nearly confessed
  all when she witnessed the pain crossing both faces and the anguished cry that escaped
  Mrs. Bennet. Still, she did not reveal the truth and comforted herself with the thoughts
 that Mrs. Bennet may yet have another son and that the other family was spared another
                                           tragedy.


  The next morning dawned clear and calm. The storm had passed, but the two families
                      within the inn did not leave immediately.
The next couple of days passed with great joy for one couple and pain and sorrow for the
  other. Both were told that if they travelled carefully and slowly, they should be able to
travel home the next day as both ladies had recovered well enough though they remained
     tired. They were told to take frequent stops including staying at inns if necessary
                         depending on how far they had to travel.
  So, the afternoon before leaving, Mr. Bennet found himself eating in a corner of the
 common area while his wife rested. He took only a small meal as he felt little hunger.
 "Sir, you look like something terrible has happened." Mr. Bennet looked up to see the
                  face of the gentleman he had meet his first day there.
"Indeed sir. I now know how you must have felt with three of your children." Mr. Bennet
                        said as he was barely able to speak of it.
 The gentleman closed his eyes in sympathy. Opening them he said, "Please accept my
                    and my wife's deepest regrets for you loss."
             "Thank you . . . and may I congratulate you on your new son."
                             "Thank you. May I join you?"
 Mr. Bennet was a little surprised especially by the most serious look on the man's face,
                                       "Certainly."
After seating himself, the gentleman remained silent as if thinking over what he wanted
to say, "Sir, I would like to name my son after you. You are a fine gentleman and it will
                                be in memory of your son."
 Seeing the sincerity in the man's eyes and knowing his sympathy was real, Mr. Bennet
  could not refuse such a kind offer. "I am honoured, sir, that you would ask to do so. I
                             would be pleased and honoured."
"Thank you. Even though we have spent so much time conversing, we have yet to learn
                               each others name."
         "Yes, that would help now, would it not? My name is Richard Bennet."
   "Hmmm. Richard. I think that will be an excellent name for my son. I am Edmund
                         Fitzwilliam, the Earl of Matlock."


                                       Chapter 1
                         Posted on Monday, 20 November 2006
 Edmund Fitzwilliam sat at his desk in his study staring at a letter which he had received
    an hour earlier. The information contained therein was a simple request to see him.
 However, he developed a feeling of dread which continued to deepen with each reading.
 It came from a Mrs. Roland who wrote on behalf of her step-mother, Mrs. Smith. In her
letter, she requested that he come as soon as possible because her mother wishes to relate
   some information; a confession, she wishes to make to him involving his family and
himself. She explained that her step-mother was midwife who attended his wife when his
second son was born. Mrs. Roland made it clear that it was imperative that he come soon
                                   as Mrs. Smith was ill.
Edmund felt a need to learn what this Mrs. Smith had to say even if he thought he would
  not like to hear it. Finally coming to a decision, he got up and called for a servant.
"Turner, will you have the carriage readied and please inform my wife when she returns
                         that I left on a matter of urgent business."
                                       "Yes, sir."
  Soon, the Earl of Matlock found himself on the road to Cheapside. Apparently, Mrs.
Smith had found it necessary to move to London to live with her step-daughter when she
  became ill. Mrs. Roland implied that her mother had grown increasingly ill in recent
 days, so much so that she did not have much strength. It was not long before he arrived
                           and he was admitted immediately.
 A familiar looking woman, either in her late thirties or early forties came into the small
                      parlour to greet him, "Lord Fitzwilliam?"
                                           "Yes."
  "I am Mrs. Roland. Thank you for coming so quickly. I must ask you to come to my
husband's study as that is where my mother likes to stay during the day and as she has so
       little strength, she cannot come here and I have no one to help move her."
                                   "Certainly, madam."
He followed her into the study which also acted as a library based on all the books on the
 shelves. There he saw a frail, older woman sitting in a chair who looking pensive. Mrs.
Smith's pale and drawn face was lined as if the stress of past years was too much for her.
                    Her eyes were intelligent, but pained by emotion.
                 "Mrs. Smith," he addressed her as he gave a slight bow.
  She inclined her head as she replied, "Lord Fitzwilliam." Her voice rasped more with
                               emotion than age or illness.
               "Your daughter's letter said you had something to tell me."
  Swallowing and blinking, Mrs. Smith met his eyes. Her voice was clearer with this
  attempt. "I see you are straight to the point. It is a confession . . . although now I am
   finding it difficult as to where to begin. Please take a seat as this will take a while.
  As Lord Fitzwilliam took a seat in the chair facing the lady, he noticed her growing
agitation. Her hands which had before only trembled, now began shaking more severely.
             Her step-daughter seated herself next to her and held her hands.
"Twenty-eight years ago you and your wife stopped at an inn in need of a midwife. At the
  same time another couple were already there with the same need. That couple was Mr.
and Mrs. Bennet of Longbourn in Hertfordshire. I recognized the name because my sister
  had married their cousin, a Mr. Collins. I struck up a conversation and determined that
 they were indeed the cousins to my sister. As her husband had passed away, her son, my
  nephew, was in line to inherit the Bennet estate of Longbourn through an entailment."
 Edmund Fitzwilliam closed his eyes as he felt the knot in his stomach tighten painfully.
 He was not unintelligent and could see exactly where this was going to go. Yet, he was
                                 unwilling to admit it.
"I feared the Bennets having a son more for the sake of my sister, as we were quite close,
 than for my nephew. My sister loved her son very much and I could not bear to see her
hurt. Also, your wife told me of the terrible losses you and she suffered when she voiced
  her concerns on the child during the birth. It was these two pieces of information that
                       gave me the idea to switch the children later.
By the time Mrs. Bennet delivered a strong and healthy son, I already knew your son was
stillborn. From there on, I convinced myself with the two reasons I already mentioned as
 well as others to switch the children. I felt for your situation and comforted myself with
        the thoughts that the Bennets were young and could have more children."
The Earl of Matlock pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes before responding
in a choked voice, "You mean to tell me that the child I raised, the boy I loved, is not my
        son at all. You mean that my son, Richard, is actually Mr. Bennet's son?"
"Yes. I know and I knew even then that I should not have done it. It has tormented me for
  the past twenty-eight years. My nights have been filled with dreams of that day. I have
 prayed about it almost every day since and have felt that the only way I could find peace
from my guilt was to confess to you and the Bennets what I had done. It has become even
 more necessary in light of what I learned about the Bennets and my own nephew. Please
                               forgive me my interference."
                           "And what exactly have you learned?"
"First, my great nephew, my sister's grandson will inherit the Bennet estate. I must admit
   my error in my estimation of my nephew. His attitude, especially toward the Bennets,
was not . . . the best. He broke with them only a couple of years after my interference and
I fear how his son will treat them should Mr. Bennet die particularly if he is anything like
 his father. This is even more disturbing as I learned that the Bennets have five daughters
   and no more sons. If I had not switched them, their son would protect them from the
                                         entailment."
Taking a deep breath to suppress the warring emotions of anger pain, fear, and more, the
   Earl responded. "I understand and agree that you should never have switched them.
 However, I do not regret the years spent raising Richard, though, it seems I have you to
 thank for the opportunity even though it is painful to admit and accept the truth of what
happened. There is nothing to forgive on my side. I cannot speak for the Bennets, though.
   You must speak to them as it is between you and them to come to terms over this."
  "Will you be willing to help correct the situation with the Bennets? I mean send, the
                    young man to his family?" She asked hesitantly.
 "I will talk with Richard. After that, it will be his decision. If he should decide to help
them and return to them, I will send word to you. It may be better to wait for you to talk
 to them until everything is settled with Richard first as he will be the most affected by
                                       this situation."
                      Relief crossed Mrs. Smith's face, "Thank you."


 The Earl of Matlock returned home and asked that his wife join him in the study as soon
 as possible. As he sat down, his mind wandered to the moment before he took his leave
of Mrs. Smith. He remembered that the peaceful expression that rested on her face was as
  if she felt close to achieving a peace she had not felt in close to thirty years. His line of
                  thought was disrupted by his wife's approaching footsteps.
"Edmund, what is it? Is something the matter?" His wife entered as beautiful as ever even
 at sixty-three. Her hair, which always drew his attention, was touched with only a little
                      gray, something he could not claim for himself.
         "Elizabeth, please sit down. I have a lot to say, and you will not like it."
   "What is the matter? Has someone been hurt? Has Richard been recalled to duty?"
  "No, none of those, though it involves Richard. Before you worry more, he is well. In
face, he is not aware of this yet. What I have to discuss with you might upset you. Do you
                            remember when Richard was born?"
 "Of course. I remember how thankful I was to have our son so healthy and happy. I felt
 so sorry of that other family. I remember you named Richard after the gentleman. What
  does that have to do with this thought?" His wife frowned at what she perceived as a
                                   sudden change of topic.
 "More than you might imagine. What I need to tell you is that I recently, actually today,
heard from the midwife who attended you and the other lady. To summarize, her nephew
 stood to inherit the other couple's estate through an entailment if they had no heir. After
she heard our own story, she made a decision. After the birth, she switched the children."
  Lady Fitzwilliam's eyes widened as she realised the implications of what her husband
revealed. She stood up, shaking her hands and pointing at him, she argued, "No, Edmund.
  Richard is our son! Even if it did happen, we need not tell him. We raised him, we are
 family! I will not lose my child! Not to mention, the current heir to the other family will
    suddenly be displaced." With that she turned to the window and crossed her arms.
  Coming up behind his wife, he put his hand on her shoulder to turn her gently toward
him; however, she steadfastly refused to budge. He sighed and spoke quietly, "Elizabeth,
                                   they have no heir."
Turning suddenly she stared into her husbands face searching for the truth she saw in his
                                     eyes, "What?"
 "They have no heir. The Bennets, yes I know their name, have five daughters, with an
                            entailment over their heads."
"Oh no, those poor girls." Lady Fitzwilliam's hand covered her mouth as tears welled up
                                      in her eyes.
  "Exactly. Would you want to deprive them of their home, because you do not want to
 relinquish to them the brother that belongs to them? Would you want them to selfishly
keep our child if the reverse were true? The Bennets were as devastated by the loss as we
        were by ours. We need to at least tell them the truth including Richard."
"You are right. I . . . I only fear . . . losing our son even if he is not ours by blood. He has
                 been ours from the day he was born. I . . . I guess I . . ."
   Taking his wife in his arms as she accepted the comfort and rested her head on his
shoulder, Edmund said, "I know. I feel the same, but you know that Richard would still
be apart of our family even though he truly is a Bennet. We would not be losing our son,
but adding his family to ours. Richard would not abandon us, though his duty would lie
                       elsewhere. Besides it does benefit our son."
   "How is it besides knowing his true identity? He will lose his status as the son of an
                                          Earl."
 "True, but now he has an estate to inherit, even if it is small. Currently, he is a younger
 son; you know that means little advantage to himself even with the money we have laid
aside for him. If he is to provide for a wife and family adequately, he would need a steady
  income that is better than his current pay. You know Richard feels he must marry well
  financially if he is to ever have a family. This way he now has a home to provide for a
 wife and can more easily choose a match of love which is what we have wanted for him.
       We can still give him the money as a give even if he is not our son by blood."
 "You are right again, my love. I know it is for the best. Yet . . . I do not want to give up
  my son even if I am still part of his life. Still, He must be told the truth and he must be
    allowed to decide for himself. I assume this is what you already planned to do?"
                                           "Yes."
                                 "When will you tell him?"
  "I am going to send an express and have him return from Rosings at once. I will also
 contact his commanding officer and gain an extended leave of absence for him. I know
  the gentleman so I do not believe that it will be difficult gaining the leave for family
                                         issues."
            "Will not your sister be suspicious of the content of the express?"
"Probably, but Richard knows how to avoid telling his Aunt what he does not want her to
   know. He is too experienced with his Aunt's opinions on some subjects to mention
                            anything that will delay him."
    Lady Fitzwilliam smiled, "I should certainly hope so with as many times as he has
returned from Rosings with complaints and stating that he would not return the next time.
I think the only reason he continues to go is to support Darcy and distract Lady Catherine
   so that he can have some peace. And Darcy only goes to prevent her from visiting at
   Pemberley and settling in for a couple of months. I remember she did that once when
 Anne and George were still alive. Neither of them were happy about it. Anne was beside
   herself with frustration and George was struggling to remain calm and not give in to
                     telling your sister how he felt about her intrusion."
    "As much as you enjoy reminiscing over the fact that people do not visit my sister
                  because they want to, I need to send that express."
                        "Alright. Please do me one favour though."
                                        "What is it?"
   "If Richard decides to go to his real family, allow me to see him before he leaves?"
   "Of course, my dear. I would never deprive you that opportunity. Before you leave
though, I want your opinion on something. As I feel this would be easier on us all if it is
                                 handled quickly, I ...

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       You Sang to Me(1).doc (2540 KB)
       Twilight of the Abyss.doc (271 KB)
        To Love Again(1).doc (1746 KB)
        Through The Fog.doc (35 KB)
     The Role of a Lifetime(1).doc (522 KB)

      Inne foldery tego chomika:

                   photki i ikony

								
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