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A Pirate Comes to Pemberley 

by @mryddinwilt​

Emma watched him, re-evaluating her assessment of him as a gentleman. He certainly did not sound like one, nor did he look the part. As it was, he was covered in mud, his hair a mess, and he had a wide, improper grin on his face. Nevertheless, as he drew near, she found herself assessing his countenance anew and found him not merely handsome but remarkably so.