دانلود رمان انگلیسی “قلب محافظت‌شده‌ی دارسی”، نسخه‌ی دیگری از غرور و تعصب

Carriages! Four of them, I saw them coming up the London Road,” an excitable young voice called, and Elizabeth raised her eyes, drawn from her reverie at the sound. She had not realised there was anyone else about. It was early afternoon, usually an ideal time to walk as it tended to be quiet. Not that it ever got too busy in their corner of the world. Still, having just returned from a visit to London, she’d longed for a little peace—something not easily found at Longbourn. Alas, her quiet walk was not to be as three young boys ran towards her. She recognised them at once. Peter Lucas, her friend Charlotte’s youngest brother, and Harold and Charlie Parks, his cousins. She glanced in the direction they were pointing, and sure enough, there was something akin to a caravan travelling down the road from London towards Netherfield. She spotted three stately carriages, followed by another plainer vehicle—one that perhaps carried servants or luggage. All four carriages were loaded down with trunks and portmanteaus, so many that she could only assume a family of ten was moving into the place that had stood empty for so long, or a few people with rather extravagant tastes. “Miss Bennet,” Peter called. “Do you see them?” “I assure you, Master Lucas, my eyes function perfectly.” She raised a hand to her forehead to shield against the low, autumn sun and squinted, hoping to catch a glimpse of the passengers, but the carriages were too far away. “I did not know Netherfield was let again,” she murmured, more to herself than to the boys. However, evidently Harold Parks felt as though she had addressed him, for he immediately replied. “Mama said that a gentleman from the north has taken it. A Mr Bingler,” the boy explained. “The servants arrived on Monday. I did not see those carriages arrive, but Mama said there were at least five that brought servants and trunks and provisions. She was quite upset, saying they ought to have hired from Meryton, not brought their own servants,” he added. “I imagine they desired those they were already acquainted with,” Elizabeth remarked, though it was a shame when grand houses like Netherfield were opened again only to be staffed by strangers, when so many in Meryton were in want of employment.