I’d stopped innocently, as Elizabeth Bennet had at Pemberley, just to see the splendor of a place I’d heard about, but when I found myself inside the grand house, so grand it had apartments in it, the rich lady, the owner of the house, came upon me as I was admiring a room whose purpose I think was just to showcase the highness of the ceilings and the s…
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