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"Fitzwilliam, darling, what an abominable remark! I have a mind about me to punish you for saying such a thing," Elizabeth Darcy eyed her husband with mock consternation.
Fitzwilliam Darcy smiled, chuckling to himself. He pulled his wife closer to him in an embrace. They were on their way home from their honeymoon in Ireland, having just been married three months ago. Her family was expected in a couple weeks, neither of them were much looking forward to it.
"My pet, you know very well I was jesting."
"I do know, just as you know I was teasing. Shall we forgive each other?" Elizabeth asked, a smile dancing on her lips. Fitzwilliam leaned down and kissed her.
"Of course, we couldn't have your parents in the house when we are cross with each other. Think of what your mother would say." They shared a rousing round of laughter.
"Where I would be right now if I had not met you, I do not wish to think." Fitzwilliam leaned down a second time to kiss his wife.
"I would rather not either. You would undoubtedly be engaged to Miss DeBourgh," Elizabeth shot back.
"Like I said, I would rather we not think such unpleasant thoughts. But do not be jealous, darling, I would never have caved to my aunt's nonsensical whims."
"You know this how? You would have done anything she asked, if she said your parents would have wished it."
"That is certainly not true! I know what my parents would or would not wish me to do."
"Yes, but you would have been easily convinced by her lies." Elizabeth was getting more and more cross with every defendant remark he made. He, in turn, was disheartened by her lack of faith in him. Both were displeased with the other.
"It is nice to see your apparent faith in me and my aunt. Granted, she has never been my favorite relative, but I do have some respect for her."
"I am not saying anything derogatory of her; I simply do not trust all of her advice."
"I have never known my aunt to tell a direct lie. She makes mistakes."
"I do not wish to discuss this any longer; you fail to see the truth." Elizabeth turned her head to look out the window.
Fitzwilliam glared at her. "I resent that."
There was an odd noise, like the sound of a wobbly wheel. A banging noise followed. Fitzwilliam looked out his window. What he saw did not frighten him, but he could not have predicted what happened next. The carriage wheel had become loose and was hitting the side of the carriage.
"What is it?" Elizabeth started to cross the carriage to see out the window, but it jolted. She was sent flying out the door, the force of her knocking against it had caused it to open. She rolled over into the ditch, motionless. Another jolt and the snap of the carriage wheel. The carriage tipped onto its side. Fitzwilliam got up and climbed out the door, which was now above him. The driver had fallen off his seat and banged his head against the ground. He was dead. The horse lay on its side, neighing loudly. Fitzwilliam went to him, released him, and sent him on his way, galloping through the woods. He then went to find Elizabeth. She was laying face down in the ditch not far off from the upturned carriage. He turned her over and gasped. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow.
"Elizabeth! Elizabeth! Wake up, Elizabeth! Damn it, wake up, Elizabeth! Wake up, wake up! Elizabeth, darling, it's okay, I'm here." Her breathing became even more shallow and rasping. He watched her for a while, waiting. He rubbed his hand up against her cheek. A few tears leaked unnoticed from his eyes, they trickled down his cheeks and slipped off his chin.
He gasped involuntarily. She had stopped breathing.
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