“She remembered the lead ammunition in her pocket and offered it to him. "Your balls, Mr. Darcy?" He reached out and closed her hand around them, and offered, "They belong to you, Miss Bennet.”

“Elizabeth andDarcy merely looked at one another in awkward silence, until the latter reached both arms aroundher. She was frozen-"What does he mean to do?" she thought. But his intentions wererespectable, for Darcy merely meant to retrieve his Brown Bess, which Elizabeth had affixed toher back during her walk. She remembered the lead ammunition in her pocket and offered it tohim. "Your balls, Mr. Darcy?" He reached out and closed her hand around them, and offered,"They belong to you, Miss Bennet." Upon this, their colour changed, and they were forced to lookaway from one another, lest they laugh.”

“Elizabeth: "Your balls, Mr. Darcy?"Darcy: "They belong to you, Miss Bennett.”

“She knew the minute HE arrived. Felt the warm blanket of comfort reach out to her frozen soul....He made his way down the isle and sat next to her...he didn't reach out, didn't touch her...a single tear slid out from her closed lids and she blindly reached for his hand. He took her hand in more, gathering her close, arms coming around her warm and strong as her head sank down unto his shoulder and the tears finally came soaking the lapel of his wool suit. He offered her a perfectly white handkerchief...she stared at it and wondered who carries that type of thing anymore? He looked back at her and explained, "I'm old fashioned.”

“He pulled something out of his pocket and tried to stick it in her arm. A needle. He'd offered her hope, but then he was trying to hurt her. Poison. She pushed him away. "That wasn't nice.”

“What on earth did you say to Isola? She stopped in on her way to pick up Pride and Prejudice and to berate me for never telling her about Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. Why hadn't she known there were better love stories around? Stories not riddled with ill-adjusted men, anguish, death and graveyards!”