Pride and Post Apocalypse: A Regency Dystopian
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In the aftermath of a devastating electromagnetic pulse, Elizabeth Bennet and her family struggle to retain their fortune and dignity under the new regime of an anonymous tyrant named the Badger. Forced to return to regency era ideals, Elizabeth strives for women’s independence so her future won’t have to be decided by her marital status, but the antics of her family and the unsolicited attentions of several young men constantly derail her course. Furthermore, the imposing Mr. Darcy seems to be bent on ruining every prospect of her happiness. Will she ever be able to overthrow the centuries-old practices of the government while still keeping her family from disgracing themselves and grappling with her conflicting emotions?
This mash-up fuses dystopian elements with Jane Austen’s masterful narrative, casting new light on the original story. Complete with alternating hero and heroine points of view and disenchantment with the government, Pride and Post Apocalypse will delight fans of regency romance and dystopia.
Lauren M. Flauding
Lauren M. Flauding is an avid consumer of macaroni and cheese. She lives in Colorado with her husband and wonderful baby and loves singing, hiking, snowboarding, and yodeling. She writes for pleasure and therapy and just cannot get enough dystopian.Check out her website: laurenflaudingbooks.com
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Pride and Post Apocalypse - Lauren M. Flauding
Chapter 1
Elizabeth
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good collection of books, must be in want of a wife.
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering into ownership of a suitable collection, particularly to himself, this truth must be so well fixed in his own mind as well as in the minds of his family and friends, that he should solely be engaging in business that leads to faithful matrimony. In these pursuits he may maintain and ensure his gentlemanly status as well as commence in the noble work of repopulating the country.
Most respectfully advised,
-The Badger
Elizabeth's eye twitched a bit as she read over the proclamation that had just been nailed to the door. She wished that the messengers would stop decorating their door in such a manner; it was so difficult to get the rusty nails out and the consequent holes were really quite unbecoming in the ornate wood. But she couldn't blame the messengers. It was likely that niggling Badger who kept ordering these communications to be delivered in this way. There had been several such letters just in the past week, all written in that cunning syntax of a command disguised by suggestion. The directives ranged from minutia, such as how one should properly lace their boots, to weightier matters, such as reminding the women of their ineligibility to work. Elizabeth felt her eye tense up again at the thought of the anonymous tyrant, but she took a deep breath and willed herself to find a distraction. This was easily done. As soon as she entered the house she was accosted by the sound of her mother's voice coming from down the hall.
My dear Mr. Bennet, have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?
I had not,
Mr. Bennet replied.
But it is,
returned Mrs. Bennet, for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she told me about it.
Mr. Bennet remained silent.
Do you not want to know who has taken it?
Cried his wife impatiently.
You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.
This was invitation enough.
Mrs. Long says Netherfield is taken by a young man of large fortune from the North of England. That he came down on Monday in a Range Rover carriage to see the place-
A Range Rover?
Interrupted Mr. Bennet. Are you sure?
Yes! Mrs. Long assured me it was so!
Well, they must have done some clever engineering with the wheels. Even shelled out, a vehicle of that magnitude must put a dreadful strain on the horses.
Oh, what does it matter?
His wife exclaimed. I should not care if he traveled here in a rusty Beetle! He's in possession of four or five thousand books, he can do whatever he pleases!
What is his name?
Bingley.
Is he married or single?
Oh! Single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune. What a fine thing for our girls!
How so? How can it affect them?
My dear Mr. Bennet,
replied she, how can you be so tiresome? You must know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them.
Is that his design in settling here?
But, of course! You must have heard the recent communications from the Badger, urging all the eligible young men to get on with it. He must have heard that all the most desirable young ladies live in this part of the country and has therefore determined to take up residence here. And it is then very likely that he may fall in love with one of our daughters, and therefore you must visit him as soon as he comes.
I see no occasion for that. You and the girls may go, or you may send them by themselves.
What an ill proposal! Had we still any type of social media the girls might have sent him a message or casually entered into an innocent chat, but since that blasted EMP destroyed everything worthwhile we're left to the cumbersome business of visiting the neighbors in person. And can you imagine what people would say of a woman and her five daughters soliciting a single man? It's simply not proper, nor is it moral! The Badger, if he got wind of it, would surely penalize us. My dear, you must indeed go and see Mr. Bingley.
It is more than I engage for, I assure you.
But consider your daughters. Only think what an establishment it would be for one of them. Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to go, merely on that account, for in general, you know, they visit no newcomers. Indeed you must go, for it will be impossible for us to visit him if you do not.
You are over-scrupulous, surely. I dare say Mr. Bingley will be very glad to see you; and I will send a few lines by you to assure him of my hearty consent to his marrying whichever he chooses of the girls; though I must throw in a good word for my little Lizzy.
"I desire you will do no such thing. Lizzy is not a bit better than the others; and I am sure she is not so handsome as Jane, nor half so good-humoured as Lydia. But you are always giving her the preference."
They have none of them much to recommend them,
replied he, they are all silly and ignorant like other girls; but Lizzy has something more of quickness than her sisters, a little more aptitude for application and industry.
Elizabeth sighed from her post by the door. She appreciated her father's praise, but wished he would not so often vocalize his favoritism.
"Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion for my poor nerves."
You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these last twenty years at least, and more particularly in the last fifteen since the EMP.
Ah, you do not know what I suffer. Technology was my life! I was on the verge of celebrity with those online ferret videos! A few months longer and I most certainly would have become famous!
Well, I hope you will get over it, and live to see many young men of four thousand books come into the neighborhood.
It will be no use to us if twenty such should come, since you will not visit them.
Depend upon it, my dear, that when there are twenty, I will visit them all.
Elizabeth quietly stepped away from the door and considered her parents. Her father was so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour, reserve, and caprice, that the experience of three-and-twenty years had been insufficient to make his wife understand his character. Her mother's mind was less difficult to develop. She was a woman of mean understanding, little information, and uncertain temper. She dwelt so frequently on her former misfortunes that it rendered her quite incapable of moving sensibly forward. Therefore, the business of her life was to get her daughters married; its solace was visiting and news.
Chapter 2
Elizabeth
Elizabeth flinched as Kitty went into another one of her coughing fits. Last week a group of soldiers had come upon a pile of old homemade chemical land mines rather close to Longbourn. The fumes had affected the household quite severely, especially for those who were unable to get their gas masks in time, but they were now mostly recovered, except for Kitty, who had remained outside a while longer to admire the soldiers and would not be seen by them in a hideous mask. As Elizabeth bent over to pick up the ribbon she was attaching to a hat, her father suddenly spoke.
I hope Mr. Bingley will like it, Lizzy.
We are not in a way to know what Mr. Bingley likes,
said her mother resentfully, since we are not to visit.
But you forget, mamma,
said Elizabeth, that we shall meet him at the assemblies, and that Mrs. Long promised to introduce him.
I do not believe Mrs. Long will do any such thing. Young men are scarce since the revolts and she has two nieces of her own. She is a selfish, hypocritical woman, and I have no opinion of her.
No more have I,
said Mr. Bennet, and I am glad to find that you do not depend on her serving you.
Mrs. Bennet deigned not to make any reply, but, unable to contain herself, began scolding one of her daughters.
Don't keep coughing so, Kitty, for heaven's sake! Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.
Kitty has no discretion in her coughs,
said her father, she times them ill.
I do not cough for my own amusement,
replied Kitty fretfully. When is your next ball to be, Lizzy?
Tomorrow fortnight.
Aye, so it is,
cried her mother, and Mrs. Long does not come back till the day before, so it will be impossible for her to introduce him, for she will not know him herself.
Then, my dear, you may have the advantage of your friend, and introduce Mr. Bingley to her.
Impossible, Mr. Bennet, impossible, when I am not acquainted with him myself; how can you be so teasing?
"I honor your circumspection. A fortnight's acquaintance is certainly very little. One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight. But if we do not venture somebody else will; and after all, Mrs. Long and her daughters must stand their chance; and, therefore, as she will think it an act of kindness, if you decline the office, I will take it on myself."
The girls stared at their father. Mrs. Bennet said only, Nonsense, nonsense!
What can be the meaning of that emphatic exclamation?
Cried he. "Do you consider the forms of introduction, and the stress that is laid on them, as nonsense? I cannot quite agree with you there, and I dare say, nor would the Badger. For is it not he who is holding us to these formalities? He who has forced upon us these centuries-old customs and rhetoric? What say you, Mary? For you are a young lady of deep reflection, I know, and read great things and make extracts."
Mary looked as if she wished to say something sensible, but knew not how.
While Mary is adjusting her ideas,
he continued, let us return to Mr. Bingley.
I am sick of Mr. Bingley,
cried his wife.
"I am sorry to hear that, but why did you not tell me that before? If I had known as much this morning I certainly would not have called on him. It is very unlucky; but as I have actually paid the visit, we cannot escape the acquaintance now."
Elizabeth was astonished, and taking in the faces of her mother and sisters, she knew them to be astonished as well. Her father looked quite pleased with himself at the effect his confession had on the room, although once their gasps and laughter had died down Mrs. Bennet began to declare that it was what she had expected all the while.
How good it was in you, my dear Mr. Bennet! But I knew I should persuade you at last. I was sure you loved your girls too well to neglect such an acquaintance. Well, how pleased I am! And it is such a good joke, too, that you should have gone this morning and never said a word about it till now.
Now, Kitty, you may cough as much as you choose,
said Mr. Bennet; and, as he spoke, he left the room, apparently fatigued with the raptures of his wife.
What an excellent father you have, girls!
Said she, when the door was shut. "I do not know how you will ever make him amends for his kindness; or me, either, for that matter. At our time of life it is not so pleasant, I can tell you, to be making new acquaintances every day; especially without the use of cellular devices or the availability of that marvelous social anxiety medication, but for your sakes, we would do anything. Lydia, my love, though you are the youngest, I dare say Mr. Bingley will dance with you at the next ball."
Oh!
Said Lydia stoutly, "I am not afraid; for though I am the youngest, I'm the tallest."
Chapter 3
Darcy
When Darcy entered the ball he was so overwhelmed by the raucous bustling of the room's many occupants that he immediately repeated his wish that their company had stayed at Netherfield for the night. He was far more at ease in the company of those with whom he was acquainted, and furthermore, there was much business that required his attention. But Charles had been adamant, and his sisters in need of some amusement, so they came, and Darcy was already feeling weary at the thought of spending the next several hours with so many strangers.
As they came into the main room, Darcy noticed almost every eye turned to them; some lingered a bit longer than he thought proper. He glanced over at his companions. Bingley's sisters looked smug, Mr. Hurst seemed bored, and Bingley himself was eagerly perusing the room, no doubt in search of those Bennet girls of whom he had talked so extensively. After they deposited their gas masks in a side room, for one never knew when one of those leftover chemical land mines might be activated, Darcy moved through the crowds, trying not to look anyone in the eye; for if he did, they might think it an invitation to be introduced. He fixed on a corner of the room where he could be out of the way yet still able to observe the events of the night. On his way there he overheard several mentions of his very large collection of ten thousand books; which made him feel exceedingly uncomfortable. He also couldn't help but catch a comment from a brash little woman who exclaimed loudly:
If I can but see one of my daughters happily settled at Netherfield, and all the others equally well married, I shall have nothing to wish for.
Darcy vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to keep his friend from the clutches of any lady whose mother was as unceremonious and calculating as that.
He stared across the room to find his friend, and soon observed Mr. Bingley in lively conversation with a group of older men and women. Bingley was suited for these kinds of gatherings, for not only was he good-looking and gentlemanlike; but he also had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners. Darcy often wondered why Bingley had formed such a ready and trusting friendship with him, as his own demeanor was often quite the opposite. As he watched, Charles went about making himself acquainted with all the principal people in the room, and danced every dance. Once or twice Darcy even heard him talking about giving a ball at Netherfield. With such agreeable conversation, thought Darcy, it is no wonder that the women here are already claiming Bingley for their son in law.
After being obliged to dance with Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst, Darcy returned to his corner and his own thoughts. He was prone to be nervous in such jovial crowds, rendering his already reserved temperament nearly silent. He was in this state when Mr. Bingley accosted him.
Come, Darcy,
said he, I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing about by yourself in this stupid manner. You had much better dance.
I certainly shall not,
replied Darcy. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner. At such an assembly as this, it would be insupportable. Your sisters are engaged, and there is not another woman in the room with whom it would not be a punishment to me to stand up with.
I would not be so fastidious as you are,
cried Mr. Bingley, for a kingdom! Upon my honour, I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life as I have this evening; and there are several of them you see uncommonly pretty.
"You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room," said Mr. Darcy, looking at the eldest Miss Bennet.
Oh! She is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld! But there is one of her sisters sitting down behind you, who is very pretty, and is I dare say very agreeable. Do let me ask my partner to introduce you.
Which do you mean?
And turning around Darcy looked for a moment at Elizabeth Bennet. He started as he observed that she was quite striking, and wondered how he had not noticed her before. There was a measured vivacity emanating from her which was, he conceded, very agreeable. He noticed by the tilt of her head that she was listening to their conversation, but was taking great pains to make it appear otherwise. No doubt she is hoping to gratify her pride by hearing me comment on her beauty, Darcy thought. With an elder sister such as hers, she must often be in need of having her good looks validated, yet I am determined not to augment her vanity. Young ladies should learn that there are far greater matters to attend to in these times than being admired by strangers at a silly ball. At the moment of his decision, she happened to look up and catch his eye. Further convinced that she was hoping for his approval, he withdrew his gaze and coldly said: She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me; I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me.
Mr. Bingley followed his advice. Mr. Darcy was surprised that Elizabeth did not seem offended by his comment, nor did she haughtily and deliberately walk off as he supposed she might have. Rather, she remained seated with a sort of amused expression and a small smile playing on her face. Darcy was tempted to further ascertain her character, but decided against it. He crossed the room, concluding that he shouldn't spend his time studying a lady he would likely never see again.
Nevertheless, he caught himself glancing at her on numerous occasions during the night; several times when she was dancing or laughing with her friends, and once when she was looking rather devious as she cautiously accepted a letter from a girl he later learned was Charlotte Lucas.
Chapter 4
Elizabeth
Elizabeth and her family left the ball in good spirits. They were a little cramped in their Chrysler Town and Country carriage, which was, of course, a nice model with decent suspension; a feature especially appreciated when the horses pulled the rusty body of the vehicle over the rough dirt roads, but every so often Elizabeth was a bit embarrassed to be seen traveling in a minivan. When they returned to Longbourn they found Mr. Bennet still up. Upon seeing him, Mrs. Bennet wasted no time in relating all the intimate details of their night.
"Oh my dear Mr. Bennet, we have had a most delightful evening, a most excellent ball! I wish you had been there. Jane was so admired, nothing could be like it, not even in the way those shamefully dressed magazine women were idolized in the old days. Everybody said how well she looked; and Mr. Bingley thought her quite beautiful, and danced with her twice! Only think of that, my dear; he actually danced with her twice! And she was the only creature in the room that he asked a second time. First of all, he asked Miss Lucas. I was so vexed to see him stand up with her! But, however, he did not admire her at all; indeed, nobody can, you know; and he seemed quite struck with Jane as he was going down the dance. So he inquired who she was, and got introduced, and asked her for the two next. Then the two third he danced with Miss King, and the two fourth with Maria Lucas, and the two fifth with Jane again, and the two sixth with Lizzy, and the Boulanger-"
"If he had any compassion for me, cried her husband impatiently,
he would not have danced half so much! Say no more of his partners! Oh that he had sprained his ankle in the first dance!"
Oh! My dear, I am quite delighted with him. He is so excessively handsome! And his sisters are charming women. I never in my life saw anything more elegant than their dresses. I dare say the lace upon Mrs. Hurst's gown-
Here she was interrupted again. Mr. Bennet protested against any description of finery. She was therefore obliged to seek another branch of the subject, and related, with much bitterness of spirit and some exaggeration, the shocking rudeness of Mr. Darcy.
But I can assure you,
she added, that Lizzy does not lose much by not suiting his fancy; for he is a most disagreeable, horrid man, not at all worth pleasing. So high and conceited that there was no enduring him! He walked here, he walked there, fancying himself so very great! Not handsome enough to dance with! I wish you had been there, my dear, to have given him one of your set-downs. I quite detest the man.
———-
When Jane and Elizabeth were alone, the former, who had been cautious in her praise of Mr. Bingley before, expressed to her sister just how very much she admired him.
He is just what a young man ought to be,
said she, sensible, good-humoured, lively; and I never saw such happy manners!—so much ease, with such perfect good breeding!
He is also handsome and well endowed with books,
replied Elizabeth, which a young man ought likewise to be, if he possibly can. His character is thereby complete.
I was very much flattered by his asking me to dance a second time. I did not expect such a compliment.
"Did not you? I did for you. But that is one great difference between us. Compliments always take you by surprise, and me never. What could be more natural than his asking you again? He could not help seeing that you were about five times as pretty as every other woman in the room. No thanks to his gallantry for that. Well, he certainly is very agreeable, and I give you leave to like him. You have liked many a stupider person."
Dear Lizzy!
Oh! You are a great deal too apt, you know, to like people in general. You never see a fault in anybody, even though we live in such perilous circumstances. All the world are good and agreeable in your eyes. I never heard you speak ill of a human being in your life.
I would not wish to be hasty in censuring anyone; but I always speak what I think.
"I know you do; and it is that which makes the wonder. With your good sense, to be so honestly blind to the follies and nonsense of others! I only fear it will one day put you in danger. Affectation of candour is common enough—one meets with it everywhere. But to be candid without ostentation or design—to take the good of everybody’s character and make it still better, and say nothing of the bad—belongs to you alone. And so you like this man’s sisters, too, do you? Their manners are not equal to his."
Certainly not—at first. But they are very pleasing women when you converse with them. Miss Bingley is to live with her brother, and keep his house; and I am much mistaken if we shall not find a very charming neighbour in her.
Elizabeth listened in silence, but was not convinced; their behaviour at the assembly had not been calculated to please in general; and with more quickness of observation and less pliancy of temper than her sister, and with a judgement too unassailed by any attention to herself, she was very little disposed to approve them.
Presently Jane fell asleep, and Elizabeth stole off to a more private corner of the house where she could read her correspondence from Charlotte. She had feared that they might have been found out at the ball when a militia officer appeared to have seen their exchange; plotting against the Badger was forbidden, especially amongst young ladies, but Charlotte had tactfully announced that it was a letter from her cousin, thus abating the officer's suspicion. Elizabeth quickly read through the message.
Elizabeth,
My father had a visitor last night. He ordered us all out of the room, but I sat down at a place in the neighboring room where the wall is thin. I heard the stranger mention that the Badger frequently visits a church in Northampton. If we could discover the specific church, we might be able to approach him with our petitions, or at least submit a written request to one of his guards. Lizzy, I know you want to bypass the Badger's approval and start an underground working movement, but I feel it's proper to make an attempt at civility before we seek to forcefully overthrow the current systems.
The other item I ascertained from their conversation is that there is a library in the North. An actual library! Someone is so generous as to allow others to borrow and read their own books! Of course the Badger is oblivious of its operation, but only because they circulate with absolute secrecy. Indeed, I have reason to believe my father is a member of this library, but he has said nothing that would give him away. Gaining access to this library and conversing with its owner would certainly be efficacious to our movement. I will attempt to learn more from my father, but do tell me if you hear anything of this library.
Dutifully Yours,
Charlotte
Elizabeth could scarcely fold the letter in her shaking hands. The first part of the correspondence did not excite her in the least; she knew that forcing an audience with the Badger or merely leaving their written requests with him was useless. This authoritarian who sought to impose his narrow will on all of England would surely not care about the ideas of two young ladies, especially since the directive they sought to overturn was given within the past few years. But the thought that somewhere in the North there existed a library filled her being with an inspired and tumultuous hope.
Though she was only a child at the time, Elizabeth solemnly recalled the wretched years after the mysterious electromagnetic pulse depleted all their electronics. The ensuing battles and revolts razed the countryside, leaving Britain in ruins. Indeed, they were still suffering through the aftermath of these battles, since the most popular weapons used were the land mines which, when activated, emitted noxious fumes that could severely incapacitate or even kill someone who inhaled too much of the toxic gases. After the revolts, there were several attempts to rebuild the cities or recreate a government, but with limited communication and desperate citizens, most efforts fell into chaos. Eventually, the Badger rose to power through building a militia and enforcing simple laws. Physical books became the new indicator of wealth, and as those were exceedingly scare, many were quite poor. Individuals were allotted housing and credits according to the size of their book collection. One could do a variety of things to earn books, such as join the militia or gain employment, but these activities were restricted to the men, and on this point Elizabeth sought a reversal. It seemed the Badger was bent on returning to centuries-old practices of keeping women in subjection to men, as well as a great deal of moral cleansing. Indeed, anyone who violated the new moral codes had to forfeit their books.
The prospect of a library meant multitudinous opportunities for learning that had previously not existed. Most guarded their books zealously and would not let them out of their sight, and though many only sought to obtain books for their physical value, the knowledge that might be gained from the study of various books would put someone in the way of valuable employment, or even bestow upon a young lady the wherewithal to abolish a law.
Chapter 5
Darcy
Darcy retreated to a desk almost immediately after their party returned to Netherfield. He heard bits of the conversation that unfolded across the room, but he did not care to participate in it. If the length and noise of the ball had not yet fully unraveled his nerves, the insipid chatter of Mr. Bingley's sisters most certainly would. He knew they were in fact very fine ladies; not deficient in good humour when they were pleased, nor in the power of making themselves agreeable when they chose it, but proud and conceited, and at the moment were engaged in repeating all of the offenses of the assembly in varying perspectives and vocabularies. They were rather handsome, had been educated in one of the first private seminaries in town, had a fortune of numerous books, were in the habit of spending more than they ought, and of associating with people of rank, and were therefore in every respect entitled to think well of themselves, and meanly of others. They were of a respectable family in the north of England; a circumstance more deeply impressed on their memories than that their brother’s fortune and their own had been acquired by trade.
Mr. Bingley inherited property, books and credit from his father, who had intended to purchase an estate, but did not live to do it. Mr. Bingley intended it likewise, and sometimes made choice of his county; but as he was now provided with a good house and the liberty of a manor, it was doubtful to many of those who best knew the easiness of his temper, whether he might not spend the remainder of his days at Netherfield, and leave the next generation to purchase.
His sisters were anxious for his having an estate of his own; but, though he was now only established as a tenant, Miss Bingley was by no means unwilling to preside at his table—nor was Mrs. Hurst, who had married a man of more fashion than fortune, less disposed to consider his house as her home when it suited her. Mr. Bingley had not been of age two years, when he was tempted by an accidental recommendation to look at Netherfield House. He did look at it, and into it for half-an-hour—was pleased with the situation and the principal rooms, satisfied with what the owner said in its praise, and took it immediately.
Between him and Darcy there was a very steady friendship, in spite of great opposition of character. Bingley was endeared to Darcy by the easiness, openness, and ductility of his temper, though no disposition could offer a greater contrast to his own, and though with his own he never appeared dissatisfied. On the strength of Darcy’s regard, Bingley had the firmest reliance, and of his judgement the highest opinion. In understanding, Darcy was the superior. Bingley was by no means deficient, but Darcy was clever. He was at the same time reserved and fastidious, and his manners, though well-bred, he admitted were not inviting. In that respect his friend had greatly the advantage. Bingley was sure of being liked wherever he appeared, Darcy was continually giving offense.
The manner in which they spoke of the Meryton assembly across the room was sufficiently characteristic. Bingley had never met with more pleasant people or prettier girls in his life; everybody had been most kind and attentive to him; there had been no formality, no stiffness; he had soon felt acquainted with all the room; and, as to Miss Bennet, he could not conceive an angel more beautiful. Darcy, on the contrary, had seen a collection of people in whom there was little beauty and no fashion, for none of whom he had felt the smallest interest, and from none received either attention or pleasure. Miss Bennet he acknowledged to be pretty, but she smiled too much.
Mrs. Hurst and her sister allowed it to be so—but still they admired her and liked her, and pronounced her to be a sweet girl, and one whom they would not object to know more of. Miss Bennet was therefore established as a sweet girl, and their brother felt authorized by such commendation to think of her as he chose.
Chapter 6
Elizabeth
Elizabeth waited until all of her family were sufficiently occupied before running out to the stile on the East side of the property where her newsletters from the Guild were often hidden. As to who the messenger was who delivered these correspondences she knew not, indeed, she had never caught sight of any person around the area and concluded that they must make their rounds in the middle of the night. It was only a few months ago that she was alerted to the existence of this secret group of nationalists seeking to vanquish the policies of the Badger. She had received a small card in the regular post, which had been disguised to look like a dinner invitation, giving her instructions on how to accept and send communications with the Guild. She found a secluded glen and began to read the contents of the letter.
There was little contained in it which was encouraging, mainly a summary of all the Badger’s new directives and the reasons why these laws were insensible and inhumane. There was a small section about some free skills training in London, and a plea for donations at the end. Elizabeth sighed and wondered if all of their efforts, hers and everyone in the Guild, would ever amount to anything.
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The ladies of Longbourn soon waited on those of Netherfield. The visit was soon returned in due form. Jane's pleasing manners grew on the goodwill of Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley; and though Elizabeth ascertained that they found her mother to be intolerable, and the younger sisters not worth speaking to, a wish of being better acquainted with them was expressed towards the two eldest. By