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 expectation, the inferiority of your birth by rank, so I can start all these things, and I'm willing to put them aside and ask you to end my agony.
Elizabeth: I don't understand.
Darcy: I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.
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