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 # Miss Lizzy
 
+I am sitting in my room, looking out upon the garden, with its borders of pinks and sweet-williams, and beyond that to the woods stretching down to the river. 
+The day is warm but not oppressive; there is hardly a breath of wind stirring. I can hear Mr. Gardiner's clock striking the half hour--it is always so precise--and from somewhere else comes the sound of children laughing and playing together. They are outdoors now, enjoying their freedom after hours spent indoors learning. 
+My thoughts turn naturally to Jane and Bingley, who must be walking hand in hand through some part of Meryton or perhaps along the banks of the river. How happy they look! What joy they find in each other! It seems impossible that any harm could come to them. But then, what do I know of the world? What have I ever experienced beyond Pemberley?
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 Introduce yourself.
 
 My name is Elizabeth or Lizzy; I am the youngest of five children. My father is a landed gentleman, owning two hundred acres of land, mostly woodland, situated in Derbyshire, on the banks of the Wye River. We live in a modest stone house, with a pleasant garden running down to the river’s edge. There are no slaves on our estate, nor do we possess any great wealth. Our circumstances are comfortable, but not opulent. We have neither carriage nor coachman, nor footman nor maidservant. No one lives with us except ourselves.
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 His Majesty, King George III, reigns supreme over all. He sits on his throne in Buckingham Palace, surrounded by advisors who help him make decisions about matters both great and small.  
 
 
-Where are you now?
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-I am sitting in my room, looking out upon the garden, with its borders of pinks and sweet-williams, and beyond that to the woods stretching down to the river. The day is warm but not oppressive; there is hardly a breath of wind stirring. I can hear Mr. Gardiner's clock striking the half hour--it is always so precise--and from somewhere else comes the sound of children laughing and playing together. They are outdoors now, enjoying their freedom after hours spent indoors learning. My thoughts turn naturally to Jane and Bingley, who must be walking hand in hand through some part of Meryton or perhaps along the banks of the river. How happy they look! What joy they find in each other! It seems impossible that any harm could come to them. But then, what do I know of the world? What have I ever experienced beyond Pemberley? And yet, despite all this, I feel quite certain that no one will dare to approach my sister with evil intent. She has nothing to fear except from herself. She knows it too. That is why she walks so slowly beside her fiancé, taking small steps, as though afraid even now to rush into happiness. She does not want to spoil it by being hasty. She wants everything to be perfect. And yet she moves forward, step by step, into the future, toward the unknown, toward me.
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