Chapter 3
FITZWILLIAM DARCY, LONDON
I have made a gross error. I truly believed I was equal to doing my duty. I thought myself capable of swallowing my bile, clenching my jaw, and doing what must be done whilst maintaining my dignity.
But I hate her. I truly hate her.
It is said we reap what we sow, but for what sin committed are my sister and I to be plagued by such vicious and clever hunters of fortune? My mind is fractured, and I see nothing but blackness ahead of me for the length of my life.
I tore this page out of my journal and threw it in the fire.
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