Chapter 11
ARTS he would be made miserable after all.
She walked away as though her bonnet were made of lead—her head bowed, her shoulders slumped, and her eyes filled with tears.
Whatever arts Miss Bennet had condescended to employ to captivate a man she did not even like, they had worked, and it was too cunning, too despicable a thing to watch.
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