This is the book that was never planned in this series… but when I sat down to write what I wanted Book 3 of the series to be, Elizabeth Bennet had other plans . . .
XOXOXO Elizabeth Ann West
Chapter 28 - The Whisky Wedding, a Pride and Prejudice Variation
NOT FIVE MINUTES had passed for the Bingleys, Richard, Miss Bennet, and Miss Darcy before another visitor was announced by the butler.
Richard’s mother, Lady Matlock, stood in the doorway of the parlor inspecting the motley gathering of souls in her nephew’s parlor with a look of dismay. Her niece and son she recognized, but the other inhabitants, one appearing utterly foreign and the other two vaguely familiar, were not the situation she intended to find when she left her house to track down down her wayward son for a tongue lashing.
“Mother!” Richard swiftly left Jane’s side to greet her with a peck on her cheek. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”
“I thought I should like to speak to my son, as I have learned he has taken leave but not moved back home. And so where do I find you, at your cousin’s home. By the by, where is Darcy?” Lady Matlock looked around to confirm that her nephew was indeed missing.
“He is in Scotland, Aunt. He left to check on the house at Broadmeadow and has not returned as it appears he also found a wife.” Georgiana giggled until the gasps of both Lady Matlock and Caroline Bingley when she abruptly ceased, confused over the negative reactions.
“You mean Darcy has married?” Mr. Bingley asked Georgiana and Richard, before finally resting his eyes upon Jane with a look of great longing. “And who is the lucky bride, do I know her?”
“My sister,” Jane said quietly, looking down at the golden striped upholstery of the settee on which she sat . Her answer attracted the notice of Lady Matlock who closely inspected the demure woman, finding her fashion and styling to be rather plain but beautiful in a classical sense. Lady Matlock compared the sister of Mr. Darcy’s bride to the other mysterious woman in the room. But she did not tarry long on the other woman’s attire; the bright satins and gaudy jewels and feathers clashed in a manner unbefitting a day dressing. With a slight sneer from the fashion assessment, she returned her attention to a woman declared her relation now by marriage.
“Excuse me, but who might you be?”
“Jane Bennet, my lady. Of Longbourn in Hertfordshire.”
Caroline Bingley snorted at Jane Bennet’s declaration of her heritage, drawing the ire of Lady Matlock.
“Is there something amiss with where Miss Bennet is from?”
“No, milady, only that her cousin is to inherit the entire estate upon their father’s death.”
“Is this true, Richard?” Lady Matlock began a more in-depth interview with both her son and Miss Bennet as Caroline Bingley plastered a false smile of innocence on her face. She received a sharp elbow from her brother as he stepped forward to defend the Bennet family to the distinguished lady.
After some time, Lady Matlock appeared placated that the Bennet line was an ancient barony stretching back to the Tudor years and only the recent generation suffered a dearth of sons. Feeling panicked that the conversation again began to go in Jane’s favor, Caroline wondered how that upstart, Elizabeth Bennet, had even been in Scotland to marry Mr. Darcy? Since no one had addressed what she considered a very salient point, Caroline decided to bring the subject up herself.
“However was Miss Eliza in Scotland? I was not aware your family held any holdings there, up north.” Caroline Bingley spoke, and all eyes turned to Jane.
Richard held his breath as he hoped that Jane would not reveal the actual nature of Elizabeth’s journey. But he need not worry; the eldest Bennet sister held more than her fair share of wits.
“My sister accompanied my aunt on a trip to the Lake District and beyond. She met Mr. Darcy again in Scotland and we have been told that they decided to marry over the anvil.” Jane said, unable to put hope into the last part of her statement. The room remained quiet as the more senior members of the party realized the ramifications of such an elopement, but Georgiana, in her youth, sighed audibly.
“A secret marriage? It is all so romantic, and I know Brother has admired Miss Elizabeth since last autumn.”
“Since last autumn?” Lady Matlock said in an exasperated tone as she finally took a seat in a chair by the fire. “Richard, what do you know of this business? Has Darcy been enamored all this time with no mention to his family?”
Richard felt ashamed for what he was about to say, but he had to lay the groundwork of a misdirection if there was to be any hope for Miss Lydia.
“Indeed, my cousin proposed marriage to Miss Elizabeth in the spring and I am not so sure they did not make their plans then.” Richard lied as Jane pressed her lips into a fine line. She did not wish to reveal that even she knew her sister Elizabeth had rejected Mr. Darcy’s first proposal. Deep in her soul, Jane worried as to the circumstances under which Elizabeth accepted Mr. Darcy’s hand. She hoped it was a match Elizabeth found joy in and not something she entered into as an act of desperation.
“OHO! Darcy has loved Elizabeth Bennet, you say, and yet he told me –” Mr. Bingley stopped speaking as he caught Jane’s fierce stare, “that is I listened to, and, well it’s just unbelievable he would not speak a word of this to me.”
“Perhaps Miss Elizabeth did something to trap him. She was always taking unchaperoned walks and finding every reason to argue with Mr. Darcy when we were at Netherfield.” Caroline Bingley’s tongue spewed the vitriol that routinely filled her thoughts, but she forgot her audience.
“Do not speak ill against my sister.” Jane Bennet’s threat did not require her to raise her voice. The sharp tone so drastically contrasted with her usual peaceful manners that the entire room felt the icy promise laced within those words.
“Well, I have not said anything untrue, none of us in this room know how the marriage came about. And it is quite shocking, to say the least.” Caroline Bingley attempted to cover her overstep.
“Do you mean to say you do not believe my son’s word on this matter?” Lady Matlock challenged Caroline Bingley, who began to stutter as she had no words for the great lady. Realizing there was an undercurrent to her son and this Jane Bennet, Lady Matlock touched her hands to her temple and claimed a headache. Surreptitiously, she winked at Georgiana, a signal she had taught the young woman about company. Thankfully, Georgiana Darcy took up the hint and regained control of the situation as hostess.
“Well Miss Bingley, Mr. Bingley, it was so good of you to call. It would appear that our plans to go to Pemberley have changed. As soon as I hear more from my brother I will be happy to pass the information along to you. But I believe you have another engagement?” Georgiana expertly declared the Bingleys were no longer welcome without insult. Mr. Bingley began to make his expressions of gratitude as he walked towards the door, practically dragging Caroline by the elbow. When he came to Miss Bennet, he paused and addressed her directly.
“I am so very sorry that I must leave so soon after seeing you once more. I often think fondly of my time in Hertfordshire.”
In another time, Jane’s heart would have beat wildly at the thinly veiled compliment from Mr. Bingley. But he did not know the perilous situation the Bennet family lingered in and hearing his sister’s vulgar accusations against Elizabeth further hardened her heart.
“If you miss that country as you say, sir, perhaps you will find reason to return.”
“And will you be finding a reason to return soon?” Mr. Bingley asked,his voice cracking from hope.
Jane pursed her lips in a slight pout of sympathy. Just barely, she shook her head in the negative.
“I believe I will be remaining in London at least until my sister and Mr. Darcy return.”
Caroline Bingley felt so affronted that they were summarily dismissed but not Jane Bennet, she barely took leave of anyone in the room. “Come, Charles, Louisa will be waiting for us.”
Georgiana followed the Bingleys to the entryway to ensure their carriage had been called.
Once the Bingleys had left the room, Lady Matlock grasped the worsted wool sleeve of her son’s jacket so that he had to pay her direct attention.
“Do we need to send Georgiana to her room or can we all speak as adults?”
Richard winced. “It’s best if we all speak together, I believe. There is a much darker part of this tale, and as her guardian, I would not deny Georgiana the truth. She is old enough.”
Chapter 29 - The Whisky Wedding, a Pride and Prejudice Variation
REGINA FITZWILLIAM, THE Countess of Matlock, sat in the wingback chair next to the fire as if it were a throne. Distinguished in a fine cut of cloth, superbly coiffed gray hair, and the aquiline nose of many a noble, she was remarkably spry for her fifty years of age. Her acquaintances would attribute Ginny’s physical prowess to her love of a hobby she shared with her second son: horses.
When Georgiana returned to the room, Lady Matlock wasted no time in practically ordering her niece back out of it.
“Georgiana, please order us some refreshments and Miss Bennet, dear? I do not care to shout across the room. Come sit over here and let us figure out what vexes you and my son.”
Jane Bennet immediately complied with her request , but she tried to assure her ladyship that all was well.
“In fact, my lady, I am finding my visit to Darcy House very pleasant.”
Lady Matlock laughed. “Child, you are a beauty, I will grant you that. But you are a wretched liar, now tell me more about your sister, Elizabeth. And once the refreshments have arrived, Richard can explain what that wicked man Wickham has to do with all of this.”
“Mr. . . . Mr. Wickham?” Georgiana stuttered as she dragged her slippered feet across the floor, the door closed once more as she had informed the staff to make tea.
Lady Matlock waved her arms and the jewels on her fingers flashed in the afternoon sun. “Do not play maudlin, young lady, or I shall send you to your room like a child.”
Georgiana Darcy stiffened her upper lip and nodded.
“Mother, how do you know Wickham has anything to do with this?”
Lady Matlock furrowed her brows at her son as she pointed a long, slender finger to the chair across from her now that Jane and Georgiana sat on the sofa next to her. “Lady Digby called at the earliest fashionable hour, in a panic about her nephew. Said her husband had placed the charge in your hands.”
“But that was just this morning!”
“And bad news travels faster than good. So what would you have me do?” Lady Matlock frowned at her son as a knock on the door announced the refreshments had arrived. Once the table in their small seating arrangement was filled with platters of sandwiches and biscuits, Georgiana served the tea in the correct order of precedence: first her aunt, then her cousin, and then her guest, and finally herself, the conversation continued.
“I am not certain this topic will aid in digestion, but you leave me with no choice, Mother. Jane and Elizabeth’s youngest sister is the young woman Lady Digby is so concerned about. I have a lead on where we might find her, but I need to confirm the information with a contact.”
“Then do so! The Digbys are annoying, but we cannot run the risk of irking the Duke!”
Jane’s head whipped back and forth between Richard Fitzwilliam and his mother. She understood some of what he had said, but why was this Lady Digby concerned, and how had a Duke come to be involved?
“Pardon me, but I am afraid I am terribly lost. Why is her ladyship concerned about my sister?” Jane’s stomach lurched as she feared far too many knew the truth of her family ever to allow this scandal to remain hidden or fade away.
Lady Matlock placed her spoon on the side of her cup just so and smoothed her hands across her serviette. “Your sister was staying with Lady Digby’s nephew and his wife when she was kidnapped.”
Jane began to correct the notion that Lydia was an unwelcome participant but the grand lady shook her head.
“It is not a critical point. Wickham will hang for his crimes of desertion.” Picking up her teacup, Lady Matlock drank the hot beverage as if she had been mildly discussing the weather.
“So he will die?” Georgiana fretted, and Richard reached over to grasp his cousin’s hand.
“He is a scoundrel and a cad. He did not have to desert his post, but he chose to do so, and the Devil be too good for a coward.”
“Richard . . . language.”
Richard offered his mother the small concession of appearing guilty for a moment.
“Now, what is your plan? I gather that you have a plan. When do you go see this contact of yours?”
Richard Fitzwilliam flashed his mother a smile he reserved for the moments when he most needed her benevolence. As a child, it would earn him an extra treat over his brother and sister. As a man, an extra pound or two in his allowance, or invitation to a ball he fancied.
“Miss Bennet, did you bring a gown suitable for a trip to the theater?”
The color drained from Jane’s face, and for once, Georgiana realized she could help instead of merely be the child in the room. “Oh, do not worry, I have many that my maid can take up an inch or two and will fit you splendidly!”
“Honestly, Richard. You wish to go to the theater? You despise the theater, and I must always jostle you awake lest your snores embarrass the entire family.”
“Ordinarily, yes, Mother, but tonight there is a particular woman I must meet. And she never misses a performance of Henry Garrick.”
“The actor? Yes, he is to play Hamlet tonight, if I am not mistaken.”
“Then to Darcy’s box we go, I do not think the old man will mind.” Richard lifted his teacup and took a drink, scowling as he wished it held something a might stronger.
“Nonsense. We shall sit in the Fitzwilliam box and Miss Bennet, dear, you shall sit next to me.”
Jane thanked Lady Matlock for her consideration and Georgiana for the loaned gown. She expressed that she would need to write of her change in plans to Gracechurch Street which brought little more than a nod from any of them.
Forcing herself to put on a good show and eat, Jane remembered her promise to the colonel that if he found information about Lydia, she would follow him to the house to rescue her. But she didn’t dare bring up that plan as Richard and Lady Matlock discussed arrangements for a dinner to provide a united front about Mr. Darcy’s marriage.
When Jane spared a look to her right and Georgiana Darcy nodded her head with a broad smile, she began to feel stronger. All of the moving parts of their scheme, the plan to rescue Lydia, the need for legitimacy to Mr. Darcy’s elopement, and the intention to mask Lydia’s ‘kidnapping’ with the story that she left in aid of Elizabeth in Scotland, felt tedious and tenuous at best when individually considered. But the manner in which Lady Matlock and her son discussed every point with military precision gave Jane hope. Somehow, this great collusion and revision of the truth was going to happen. Jane paid closer attention at the mentioning of the Bingleys.
“I apologize, but I did not follow. We shall dine with the Bingleys?”
“Yes, Miss Bennet, after Richard recovers your sister, we shall begin the dissemination of information that she left the Forsters to aid Elizabeth in her elopement.”
“I understand the reasoning, but why the Bingleys?”
“Because Miss Bingley will tell everyone!” Georgiana Darcy answered, looking to her aunt for approval. The elder woman tucked her lower lip below her top and beamed at a younger version of herself.
“And my daughter, Olivia. Lady Olivia will spread the word as well as Lady Digby. Then we reveal Lydia only once Mr. and Mrs. Darcy have returned, and voila, the truth will have nary a chance to catch up.”
Jane nodded and finished her tea now cold from the lengthy discussion, not willing to counter either strategist at the table. But in her calculations, there was one variable she had not yet heard mentioned, and that was the capture of Mr. Wickham.
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A reimagining of Jane Austen’s most beloved tale, Pride & Prejudice, join author Elizabeth Ann West as she writes the romantic adventure story she always wanted! When Lizzy and Lydia arrive in Brighton, it’s very clear that the younger Bennet sister came with very serious plans towards Mr. Wickham. Thankfully, an old ally is also in town, with problems of his own to solve. After Mr. Darcy, himself, is summoned to Brighton to hopefully solve two dilemmas with one wealthy member of the gentry, the whole militia is thrown into an uproar by Wickham’s most dastardly deed, yet. Together, Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy have to save Lydia from her own undoing, or it will mean more than just mere reputations are ruined.
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Chapter 30 - The Whisky Wedding, a Pride and Prejudice Variation
“IF I HEAR correctly, you desire for the menu to remain the same, Mrs. Darcy? The lads would not mind slaughtering another lamb.” Mrs. Aldridge attempted to persuade Mrs. Darcy in her first interview with the mistress of the home regarding the operations of Broadmeadow.
Mrs. Darcy, being all that was kind and hospitable in a lady of the house, entertained her housekeeper in a sitting room she discovered just that morning. Furthermore, Elizabeth would brook no disagreement with the housekeeper about ordering refreshments. The upstairs sitting room that attached to her rooms cast a calming hue of blue, from the decor of Ming vases, watercolor paintings, and the soft fabrics on the walls and upholstery. Starkly contrasting with the decor of the rest of the house, this room could just as easily be transplanted to a fashionable country home in England or a town house in London.
Thus far, Elizabeth had bent to the opinions of her housekeeper on the topics of an increase in the maids’ cloth allowances and the need to hire extra staff for an ambitious maintenance period in the autumn that Mr. Darcy had already devised. On the last topic, though, Elizabeth believed she more agreed with her husband than her housekeeper, though the man was not present and she felt his absence acutely.
Still, she had to assert herself somewhere.
“I have enjoyed every meal so far, and I believe my husband would say the same. I do not wish to trouble you or the Cook. It is my hope we will be leaving for London in the morning.” Elizabeth sighed as a new feeling of dread began to cloud her ambition to hasten for London as soon as she could convince Mr. Darcy to load the carriage.
Her interview with Dr. Rowley went well earlier in the afternoon, and she distinctly heard the man tell her husband that if they both wished to leave in the morning, he could see no reason why she must rest further if her only symptoms were now a loss of memory after a night of drinking. She had wished to pursue the point with Fitzwilliam, but the two men made plans to ride together after she was declared well. She understood Fitzwilliam so dearly loved to ride and had curtailed the habit due to her illness, but she still worried after him riding out with Dr. Rowley as far as the edge of the estate.
Mrs. Aldridge looked down briefly at her notes that she had brought to her meeting, a safeguard against her anxieties of once more answering to a mistress.
“Should you like me to write to Mrs. Martin then? Are there any comforts or considerations you would like the London staff to begin in anticipation of your arrival?”
Elizabeth paled at the completely ordinary question for a wife of Mr. Darcy, but an enormous reminder to the once Elizabeth Bennet that she had married more than slightly above her head.
“What kinds of preparations are you thinking?” As Mrs. Aldridge began to list a number of changes any lady of the house might change, from draperies to schedule, Elizabeth reflected on her instruction to run a home from her mother. Never at Longbourn had there been instruction to do so with fiscal responsibility. And the changes Mrs. Aldridge explained began to sound more and more expensive the longer Elizabeth listened.
Luckily a Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy had no need of frugality. But Elizabeth also remembered the arguments and raised voices her parents exchanged over the household budgets and with so much already standing between her and Mr. Darcy, she never wished to disappoint Fitzwilliam in that area.
“The London staff, yes, that is a consideration.” Elizabeth bit her lower lip and stirred her tea as she willed her mind to work faster than it was wont to oblige. Her interjection had caused Mrs. Aldridge to quiet. “To be perfectly honest I cannot think of any comforts or considerations we might need. I can speak to Mr. Darcy to confirm such an outcome, but apart from instructing Mrs. Martin that we will soon arrive within the week, I cannot think of any additional lines to add.” Elizabeth swallowed as she tried so hard to sound confident as Mrs. Darcy and yet not offend the kind woman aiming to help her find her way.
Mrs. Aldridge frowned as she wrote down the notes prompting Elizabeth to ask her to speak her mind. Closing the small red leather book that served as a distinction of her housekeeping position, Mrs. Aldridge blew out a breath.
“Correct me if I am wrong, but I believe your family is expected to be in London when you arrive?”
Elizabeth sipped her tea and then replaced the cup in the saucer with an audible clink as it nearly slipped from her fingers. “My father will be staying with my aunt and uncle. But my aunt and uncle do live in London.”
“Yes, ma’am. Do you not think you might have them over to dine when you and Mr. Darcy return home? I only ask because Mrs. Martin is likely very much of the same mind as I am and that is…”
“Yes?” Elizabeth prodded the housekeeper to tell all.
The gray-haired woman who could still make a bed in less than two minutes’ time looked at her mistress with a twinkle in her eye. “We have all enjoyed watching the master and young miss grow from childhood and your marriage to the master is a great cause for celebration.”
Mrs. Aldridge frowned as she recalled the pale, unconscious woman brought to Broadmeadow that first evening who now sat across from her, mistress of all. “We may not have celebrated your nuptials as we ought here at Broadmeadow due to the circumstances of your—of the accident,” she paused as she adjusted the assignation of blame. “But the staff in London will love you, madam!”
Mrs. Darcy blushed and looked down at her hands as she closed her eyes at the housekeeper’s strong praise.
“And if you don’t mind me saying so, the master has needed a bonny lass by his side to keep him steady.”
Elizabeth scowled as she cast off her embarrassment and misunderstood her housekeeper. “Do you mean to say that Mr. Darcy is not steady?”
Mrs. Aldridge frantically shook her head. “Forgive me, I misspoke. Only that you seem to provide a side to the master he has not had these many years without his parents. And there was a spell, a brief time, when it was the drink he fancied above all–”
“Mrs. Aldridge,” Elizabeth Darcy interrupted her housekeeper, “I am thankful for your wise counsel in regards to Broadmeadow and your assistance in communication with the other households. But I cannot condone such a conversation about my husband, your employer, now or ever. Do you understand?” Elizabeth’s fierce loyalty to Fitzwilliam is what the housekeeper chose to see as the young mistress took her to task for speaking about the master’s difficulties since leaving his aunt’s house in Kent.
“Perfectly understood, Mrs. Darcy. I apologize.” Both women allowed a spell of time to calm their nerves as the conversation reached a point of disharmony. The moment soon passed, and Mrs. Aldridge returned to her previous topic.
“So, would you like for me to ask Mrs. Martin to order some finer cuts of meat from the butcher in anticipation of hosting your family and friends when you return to town?”
Elizabeth felt guilty for scolding her elder but knew she sat in a very precarious situation, perhaps more precarious than even Mrs. Aldridge understood. She should be the one to write the housekeeper in London, but it was also within her purview to delegate such tasks to the housekeeper, and she would honestly prefer such a delegation as she had never met Mrs. Martin. It was a very strange thing to consider writing a letter to someone you have never met. Elizabeth also reasoned if she allowed Mrs. Aldridge to send a letter, perhaps the housekeeper would explain that Mrs. Darcy would listen to no abuse of her husband’s good name from any staff member saving her from a similarly unpalatable situation as she just experienced.
“Write to Mrs. Martin. And let her know that she might order one or two nights’ worth of finer cuts as I expect at the very least we shall host my aunt and uncle,” Elizabeth finally relented.
“And what about any balls? If you plan to hold a ball, Mrs. Martin will likely need some weeks’ notice to secure extra staff.” Mrs. Aldridge did not look up from her notebook as she awaited her Mistress’ answer and therefore missed the look of abject horror on Elizabeth Darcy’s face.
The mere mention of a ball to celebrate her wedding made Elizabeth realize how very unlikely such an event was to happen. Aside from her husband’s disinclination to dance, she had not married in the Church! She had eloped with Mr. Darcy!
Elizabeth’s mind reeled from the social implications of her marriage until her silence became noticed by the housekeeper and Mrs. Aldridge finally looked up at Mrs. Darcy.
“Mrs. Darcy?”
“The short notice of extra staffing is just an inconvenience Mrs. Martin will have to bear if we should decide to hold a ball. I believe our plans are not to remain in town very long. My husband had already intended to summer at Pemberley. Could you also write a letter to the housekeeper at Pemberley? Mrs.–” Elizabeth touched her temple as she closed her eyes and tried to remember the name of Mrs. Aldridge’s counterpart at the Derbyshire estate. But the name eluded her from earlier in the conversation when Mrs. Aldridge detailed all of the different properties and staff in Mr. Darcy’s domain that she was now equally responsible for as his wife.
“Mrs. Reynolds. Oh, she will be the most pleased of all to meet you! I would so dearly love to see the new Mr. and Mrs. Darcy situated at Pemberley . . .” Mrs. Aldridge gave a sigh and seemed lost in a far off thought as Elizabeth changed the subject from writing to the other housekeepers.
“Have you ever been to Pemberley? I thought you were born and raised here.” Elizabeth finished her cold tea and allowed the housekeeper to talk to her about the time that she traveled to the family’s estate in Derbyshire as a young maid. The previous Mrs. Darcy’s personal maid had fallen ill, opening a need for a Miss Miriam Aldridge to assist her mistress.
Elizabeth listened to the story with good humor and believed she had done a promising job of asserting her position as mistress and coming to an understanding with Mrs. Aldridge. But as the interview concluded, Elizabeth Darcy no longer felt a mind to speak about meal plans and comforts or accommodations at her husband’s many homes across the kingdom. She came to realize that by being so preoccupied with finding Lydia and then rescuing Lydia, Elizabeth Bennet forgot how dangerous it was to be an Elizabeth Darcy without so much as a marriage contract or consummation.
One matter she had no hope of reconciling that night, but the other matter she could address without delay. Just as soon as her chatty housekeeper would return to her duties and allow Mrs. Darcy to seek out her own.
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When Elizabeth Bennet of Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice learns of her sister’s elopement before leaving for the Peaks District, she and her aunt are off to Scotland to chase the wayward couple. Inn after inn, there is no sign of Lydia or Mr. Wickham, but Elizabeth won’t give up. A foolhardy decision to continue to search on her own lands Elizabeth right into the arms of a familiar face . . . Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy.
Join author Elizabeth Ann West in a tale of carriage accidents, amnesia, and a forced marriage, but happy endings for all. Well, maybe not Mr. Wickham!
The Whisky Wedding
a Pride and Prejudice novel variation
Release Date: December 28, 2016
514 pages in print.
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A Jane-of-all-trades, mistress to none! Elizabeth Ann West is the author of 8 novels and 11 novellas, 18 of which are story variations of Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice.