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Pride and Influence
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Original Fragment
His pride, in that direction, may be of service, if not to himself, to many others, for it must deter him from such foul misconduct as I have suffered by. I only fear that the sort of cautiousness to which you, I imagine, have been alluding, is merely adopted on his visits to his aunt, of whose good opinion and judgment he stands much in awe. His fear of her has always operated, I know, when they were together; and a good deal is to be imputed to his wish of forwarding the match with Miss de Bourgh, which I am certain he has very much at heart.” Elizabeth could not repress a smile at this, but she answered only by a slight inclination of the head. She saw that he wanted to engage her on the old subject of his grievances, and she was in no humour to indulge him.
Microstory
Elizabeth stood by the window, the cool morning light framing her silhouette as she listened to him speak. His voice dripped with the weight of his pride, a burden she had grown weary of. As he recounted his struggles, she couldn't help but smile slightly; his words floated around her like autumn leaves, beautiful yet hollow, the reality of their situation settling uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach.
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