These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings only to see you.
I have fought against judgment, my family's expectation, the inferiority of your birth, my rank.
I will put them aside and ask you to end my agony.
- I don't understand.
- I love you. Most ardently.
Please, do me the honor of accepting my hand.
- Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. Believe me, it was unconsciously done.
- Is this your reply?
- Yes, sir.
- Are you laughing at me?
- No.
- Are you rejecting me?
- I'm sure the feelings which hindered your regard will help you overcome it.
- Might I ask why with so little civility I am thus repulsed?
- I might enquire why you told me you liked me against your better judgment?
- If I was uncivil, then that is some excuse.
- But you know I have other reasons!
- What reasons?
- Do you think anything might tempt me to accept the man who has ruined the happiness of a most beloved sister? Do you deny that you separeted a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to censure for caprice, and my sister to derision for disappointed hopes, involving them both in acute misery?
- I do not deny it
- How could you do it?
- Because I believed your sister were indifferent to him. I realized his attachment was deeper than hers.
- Because she is shy!
- Bingley was persuaded she didin't feel strongly.
- You suggested it!
- For his own good
- My sister hardly shows her true feelings for me!
[...]
- And those were the words of a gentleman. Your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize you were the last man in the world that I could ever marry.
- Forgive me madam, for taking up so much of your time.
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E do lado de cá, as coisas continuam confusas e cansativas.
O que eu aprendi essa semana? Sabe que... eu não sei.
Boa Semana...







