Pride and Prejudice the Poor Princess

Lydia ruins Mrs. Isis's dinner when she arrives.She was already poor, and spent almost all of her family's savings on treating her son's illness. How could she have money to waste food?Under Lydia's astonished eyes, she ate the food covered with rancid milk and saliva one bite at a time.

Lydia felt her stomach churning, apologized to Mrs. Isis and rushed out the door.She retched for a while, and leaned against the wall weakly in a daze.She never knew there were people living like this!

Seeing the pathos in her eyes, Mary put down the binoculars with satisfaction.The painful days have just begun.

In order to make up for her mistakes, Lydia is going to spend money to improve the food for Mrs. Isis's family.Her high-spirited enthusiasm took a relentless blow to reality before it even reached the grocery store.She was molested by several homeless men, and if the police hadn't arrived in time, she couldn't imagine what kind of disaster she would face.

"Smelly bitch! Aren't you a wandering warbler? Don't pretend to be pure when you come out to sell, that won't make your price higher!" The tramps cursed angrily, insulting her with the most obscene words.

Only then did Lydia realize that the sexy clothes she was keen on, and the frivolity that appeared on her brows were exactly the same as those lowly girls.How could she be respected by others?The scene of four or five men flirting around me at the same time that I once fantasized about is actually so dirty!It tastes disgusting!

She clutched her torn collar and ran back to Mrs. Isis's house. She didn't dare to go out for several days, and the money hidden in her skirt pocket disappeared.Although she paid 10 pence in rent, she has to pay extra for meals every day. Without money, will she starve to death?

Before she knew it, Mary lingered at the door several times, intending to abandon her plans.But in the end she still gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

Mrs. Isis was a good person, and she gave Lydia great comfort, and offered her to help her with some work to pay for the meal.Mrs Isis makes a living by washing sheets and bedding for a hotel, earning only 3p a week, and she has little time to take care of her children.

Lydia agreed.She changed into Mrs. Isis's clothes, conservative in style and rough in material that rubbed her skin red.But she never dared to change into her beautiful low-cut dress again.

She was inseparable from Mrs. Isis, and the experience of being molested and insulted left her with a serious psychological shadow, and it also made her understand that as a woman, only self-respect can be respected by others.

She found that washing the sheets was not as easy as she imagined. She deliberately kept long, beautifully trimmed and polished nails were broken, bleeding a lot, and the palms were peeled off by the river water, which was hot and painful.When eating, she couldn't even hold a spoon steady.

Mrs. Isis had no choice but to let her stay and look after Baby.She loved the job, she was happy with the limp little angel, it was just a little gross changing his diaper, but that was nothing compared to washing the sheets.

At noon one day, Mr. Isis's creditor came to his door.They were ferocious, cursing, turned Mrs. Isis's house upside down, and even snatched some jewelry brought by Lydia.She is truly destitute now.She hugged Baby tightly and shrank at the door, looking at them with terrified eyes, her legs and feet trembling involuntarily.She finally knew that Mr. Isis, who had never shown himself before, was a gambler, a gambler like Wickham!

She buried her head in Baby's arms and wept bitterly, and Baby cried louder than she did.On the balcony in the distance, the knuckles of Mary's hand holding the binoculars turned white.Darcy asked her if she could make it through, she was silent for a long time, finally shook her head, and said lightly, "It's not time yet."

The police arrived in time and rescued the frightened Lydia and Baby.Since then, her plump figure has lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her rosy cheeks are getting paler day by day.

Nine days passed in a flash.

In order to avoid Lydia, Darcy took a long detour and returned to the temporary rented house from the other side of the alley.A smell of toast spread in the air, he took a deep breath, his eyes were full of smiles.

Pushing open the door, Mary was about to go upstairs with a tray in her hand, and their dinner was placed on the tray.She doesn't need Mrs. Reynolds' help at all, she can run the house in order by herself.Yes, in Darcy's heart, where there is Mary is his home.

"Are you back?" She smiled slightly, and the starlight in her eyes penetrated into Darcy's heart.

"I'm back." He whispered back, using the most gentle tone.

"Hurry up and change your clothes, come over to have dinner." She pouted her mouth to signal, and then thumped upstairs.

Darcy handed Mrs. Reynolds his coat and hat, and went into the bedroom to change into his house clothes.

"How's Lydia doing today?" He pulled out the chair and saw that Mary's napkin wasn't tied properly, so he stretched out his hand to tidy it up for her.

Mary turned her head very naturally to make it easier for him to move, revealing her most vulnerable place unsuspectingly.Before she knew it, Darcy had already gained all her trust.

"She went to the Bond Hotel again today, and she left disappointed after hearing from the waitress that we never came to find her again. She almost walked to Chipside today, but turned back halfway." Mary told the two Each poured a glass of wine.

"Her resentment towards you hasn't completely disappeared, wait a little longer." Darcy took a sip of his wine, his eyes glued to the girl's lips that were stained bright red by the wine.

"I think so too. But she hasn't inquired about Wickham in the past few days, which is a good sign." Mary pursed her lips and gave him a shy look.

Darcy immediately hid the desire in his eyes and concentrated on eating.

There was a shrill cry of a baby in the distance, and Baby Baby's illness was getting worse, which affected Mary's mood.She put down the knife and fork, and sighed in a low voice, "Do you know that there is a saying in the East - men are afraid of entering the wrong profession, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man. For women, marriage is the top priority, and if you are not careful, you will lose your whole life." happiness. Look at Mrs. Isis today, and that's why I tried so hard to prevent Lydia from marrying Wickham."

Darcy nodded in agreement, and asked after a moment of silence, "Have you ever thought about who you will marry?"

"No." Mary answered quickly.

"You can think about it now." Darcy suggested sincerely.

Mary turned her head to look out the window, and said slowly, "I think he doesn't need a handsome face, a tall figure, a superior status, or a proud wealth..."

With her narration, Darcy's bright eyes gradually darkened.He suddenly lost his appetite, pushed the plate aside, and looked at her with pleading eyes.

Mary glanced at him quickly, and continued, "He must be mature, stable, and reliable. It doesn't matter if he is taciturn, rigorous and rigid, as long as he is tolerant enough to me and communicates with me. We are each other's comfort and spiritual support, Even the most ordinary life can be lived happily and joyfully.”

Darcy's handsome face was glowing.He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, coughed lightly, and said, "I think this is a true portrayal of our current life. I can fully meet your conditions, and even exceed the value for money."

"Really?" Mary was noncommittal, picked up the binoculars, and pretended to concentrate on checking Lydia's situation.

Seeing that her whole heart was tied to her younger sister, Darcy felt that it was not a good time to propose marriage.He stopped the topic and picked up the binoculars to look out.

Fool, why don't you continue talking?When it was time to talk sweetly, he was actually dumb!Mary bit her lip and gave Darcy a hard look when he wasn't looking.Sure enough, no matter how he changed, his essence was still that incomprehensible, cold-faced gentleman.

At the entrance of the alley in the distance, Mr. Isis, who had never appeared before, came back, followed by a middle-aged man with a big belly and a swollen face.He slammed on the door, startling Mrs. Isis and Lydia, and Baby, who had just stopped for a while, began to cry miserably again.

"Bitch, open the door for me!" He cursed loudly.

Mrs. Isis didn't dare to delay, she quickly stuffed the child into Lydia's arms, and ran to open the door. There was no surprise on her face, only fear and anxiety.Seeing the man behind her husband, she widened her eyes, subconsciously took two steps back, but was grabbed by her husband and pushed in front of the middle-aged man.The middle-aged man pinched her jaw, looked at her appearance and figure with lewd eyes, and then nodded to Mr. Isis.

Mr. Isis was overjoyed, rubbing his palms with a greedy look on his face.

The middle-aged man understood and gave him a note. He bowed again and again, stretched out his hand to invite him to the bedroom, pushed his begging wife in, and locked the door behind him.

Lydia had already developed extraordinary vigilance, and when the two appeared, she hugged Baby and hid in an inconspicuous corner, then knelt down and sneaked to the door, checking the situation inside through the crack of the door.When she found out that Mr. Isis was planning to sell his wife to another man, her world view completely collapsed.

She slid along the wall and sat on the ground, tears slowly flowing from the corners of her eyes, her expression painful and numb.

Mr. Isis collected the banknotes, searched the place where his wife hid the money, found a few pennies, and then walked out satisfied.Little Baby's crying caught his attention, and only then did he realize that a strange girl was sitting at the door of his house with his son in her arms.

The girl wept silently, her gorgeous and flamboyant face showed a bit of fragility, which made people want to ravage her severely.

There was lust in his eyes, he hugged the dazed girl and tugged at her neckline.Lydia wanted to resist, but considering the child in her arms, she could only call for help.

This kind of cry for help was so common in Putin Lane that no one would pay attention to it at all.The patrolmen had already gone home from get off work.Lydia struggled in vain, and finally felt the true despair.The self who only knew how to flirt at the dance, the self who eloped with Wickham, the self who was about to marry a gambler, and the self who abandoned his family without hesitation, how stupid it seems now!It was so stupid that she wanted to go back to the past and strangle herself like that to death with her own hands!