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Jane Austen Sentences

"The very nature of character is to be consistent. It is only a shallow understanding of one's traits that would lead you to think so. For someone to have the capacity for both good and bad temper, does that make them inconsistent, or does it make them human?"

Period Drama Inspired Sentences [x] - @foreversequins

An awkward pause had passed between them when Jane had temporarily laid claim to his elbow. She quickly withdrew it, which Mr. Darcy believed was owed to her realization that he was not Mr. Bingley, and in fact a very poor substitute for a man she had grown accustomed to reaching for.

"No, not at all. Forgive me for not making my presence better known..."

Period Drama Inspired Sentences [x] - @sanitatcm

Thus far, Mr. Darcy had noticed no blunders worthy of the other's concerns, but if being out of circulation was the impetus for social ineptitude, then what was the gentleman's excuse? He'd been wading in society for years and still he'd failed to make himself more available for conversation or encouragement. His impulse to say very little in response would have been far too comfortable of an approach, yet a certain young lady's reproof lingered in the back of his mind. If he did not take the trouble of practicing, he could never hope to perfect the art.

"Is it true?" Her gaze is critical, scanning his features, brain busy looking for her own face in his. "Have you two been lying to me my whole life?"

From the moment Aisling was born, he had longed to accept her as she was. His daughter, his only child. But as many arguments as he and Leona had shared on the very subject of this revelation, he had at least expected a warning—something. Now he was confronted by Aisling, clearly distraught, reasonably angry, and perhaps despising him more than anyone. He did not know what Leona had told her. He did not know anything at all but one thing... "Yes..."

"Hello?!" She shrieks, wandering room to room searching for him. "Where are you, DAD?!"

"And we've seen a five percent improvement in the—" A heavy, suffocating silence fell over William's town home office when he heard a voice cry out. If not the shriek itself being enough to cause alarm, it was the word that reverberated and lingered, bouncing from wall to wall, that had stolen his breath. Dammit, Leona... "Forgive me, something has just come up. I'll—I'll call you back as soon as possible." With a hasty click, William was on his feet and stepping into the hallway with great trepidation.

𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚’𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣... - 𝘼𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 - @parvumchao

Guilt wasn't quite the word that William was looking for to describe what he felt. If he'd ever felt that, the remorse of being involved in something he never should've been involved in, had proven itself ineffective at keeping them apart for too long. He'd slept with married women before; most unsatisfied and looking for a moment of relief from their dull marriages, but with Leona, it was different. It was a little more complicated. He felt that complication even as her fingers weaved into the curls on his head, threatening to lull him back into a place of complacency. But a healthy dose of post-coital clarity came, which nearly starved the sensation of all of its usual pleasures. He lingered long enough at her side to be deemed polite before pressing a fleeting, chaste kiss upon her cheek and rising out of the bed to get dressed.

𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚’𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣... - 𝘼𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 - @parvumchao

It was out of the corner of his eye that Darcy had seen the young woman flee from the party. He had not been watching closely enough to make note of the cause, but his instinct was to follow. Along a corridor, where muffled sounds of laughter and music faded, until he heard the quiet whimpers of Miss Wolfe in the library.