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Hearing the call of the Dreadful, Elizabeth and Darcy merely looked at one another in awkward silence, until the latter reached both arms around her. She was frozen-”What does he mean to do?” she thought.
But his intentions were respectable, for Darcy merely meant to retrieve his Brown Bess, which Elizabeth had affixed to
her back during her walk.
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.” Upon this, their colour changed, and they were forced to look away from one another, lest they laugh.”