She couldn’t imagine what it would be like, to be spirited off to some virtual stranger’s house in a cold carriage and told that that was now her home, that it was where she now belonged. It was only women, Elizabeth Bennet thought with hot frustration, who were told that who they were was defined by who they lived with. Why? Why was it that men were free to live as they pleased and none of it was contingent on taking a wife? They could easily live a fulfilled life with pleasures abounding whether they married or remained bachelors for the duration of their days. It was not so for women, and that was a bitter pill indeed for a spirited woman like Elizabeth.
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