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“I cannot consider such things until I am no longer married to my commission, and things are so uncertain…” his voice trailed off as if he were thinking about some lady and how such uncertainty would affect her.
“She is young.”
Richard’s head snapped up from his contemplation of the glass in his hand.
“Miss Lydia.” Darcy waited for Richard to say something, but he did not, which spoke far more loudly than any protest would have about where Richard’s thoughts and heart lay.
[from Delighting Mrs. Bennet]
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