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As she pronounced these words, Mr. Darcy changed colour; but the emotion was short, for Elizabeth presently attacked with a series of kicks, forcing him to counter with the drunken washwoman defense. She spoke as they battled:

"I have every reason in the world to think ill of you. No motive can excuse the unjust and ungenerous part you acted /there/. You dare not, you cannot deny, that you have been the principal, if not the only means of dividing them from each other."

One of her kicks found its mark, and Darcy was sent into the mantlepiece with such force as to shatter its edge. Wiping the blood from his mouth, he looked at her with a smile of affected incredulity.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.