Elizabeth read this letter with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Mr Darcy
had thought so little of his pride that he had spent considerable time,
effort and money on two people for whom he must feel the greatest
disdain. He had even had to bargain with Wickham! She could not believe
he had done all this for her, a woman who had already rejected him. But
the fact remained that she and her family owed him everything. How
bitterly she now regretted criticizing and mocking him in the past! She
was ashamed of herself, but she was proud of him, proud that in a matter
of honour, he had been able to conquer his own pride. She was even
rather pleased, if a little regretful, that her aunt and uncle had felt
sure that there was mutual affection between Mr Darcy and herself.
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