Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you... I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All thesse things I am willing to put aide and ask you to end my agony.

Elizabeth Bennet: I don't understand.

Mr. Darcy: I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.

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