دانلود رمان انگلیسی “تمام آن درخشش‌ها” – نسخه‌ای از غرور و تعصب

Fitzwilliam Darcy glowered at his aunt. He did not wish to be here. It would not have been necessary, had she possessed the sense of a goose—and could cease interfering in every single action her steward attempted for the good of Rosings. This was the third steward he had hired for her since Sir Lewis had escaped her for Heaven’s reprieve. Alas, sense was in short supply, and the man had sent a letter to Darcy saying that he could not endure it any longer, and had decided to seek new work elsewhere, even if he had to travel to America to find it. “He is an idiot, Darcy! He wishes to chop off the branches of every tree in my orchard, and expects me to pay for it! He is a wastrel, who would denude my beautiful trees simply for the prestige of throwing my money at menials, and so I told him!” He closed his eyes and willed his tone to remain even. “It is called ‘pruning’ my lady. If it is not undertaken in the winter whilst the tree sleeps, each tree will expend all its vigour in the spring growing unnecessary wood and foliage instead of fruit. It is essential.” “I daresay. Winter is such a dull time of year, I assumed it was a story of his own invention. But if you insist, I shall naturally comply. If you were to marry Anne, I would, of course, happily allow you to make all of these decisions, and I would not have to waste my time with such tedium.” And there it was—the extortionate demand: ‘Marry Anne and these problems shall disappear’. But firstly, he had made clear his lack of intentions towards Anne years ago; secondly, she was lying. Lady Catherine liked nothing better than meddling in the lives of anyone and everyone in her purview—she would only have more access to his, if he were foolish enough to marry her only daughter. “As I have repeatedly said, you are more than welcome to write to me if you have questions regarding the actions of your steward—but unless I say otherwise, you are to follow his quite sensible and reasonable instructions.” His voice rose as the frustration over her clumsy manipulations, resulting in this unnecessary trip to Rosings, rose in force enough to—nearly— mitigate the speech of the gentleman he always strove to be. The look upon her face informed him that she was treating his every word with complete indifference. “I will not hire you another steward. If you think yourself wiser, feel free to act yourself. Before you do, might I remind you of the nearly criminal destruction you caused your estate by doing just that after your husband’s death? I also promise, as God is my witness, I will not be salvaging Rosings Park again. If you persist in your aggravating and obnoxious interference, you will soon be attending to these issues by yourself, with whatever resources you can muster. I will give you no more of mine.” “I do not know why you work yourself into such a state,” she sniffed, offended. “I have the situation well in hand. There is no need to be disagreeable.”