{"id":252415,"date":"2026-07-13T02:03:39","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:03:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-beneficial-coincidence-charlotte-wellard\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:03:39","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:03:39","slug":"a-beneficial-coincidence-charlotte-wellard","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-beneficial-coincidence-charlotte-wellard\/","title":{"rendered":"A Beneficial Coincidence – Charlotte Wellard"},"content":{"rendered":"
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She was of such a nervous nature that instead of the laughter that often accompanied her\u2014for she genuinely was, by temperament, a happy person\u2014she fell into a melancholy. During this time, the thought must have occurred to her that the estate could be secured if one of her daughters were to marry Mr. Collins.<\/p>\n

But something had changed in her nature. Before, she had not been at all concerned with marrying us off. Yet, naturally, she wished us well in finding good husbands.\u201d \u201cSurely, that would have been a provident solution. That Mr. Collins should marry into the family\u2014even to reclaim the Bennet name,\u201d said Darcy. \u201cOne would have thought so. But Collins was a strange creature. He had written to my father that he wished to visit and to heal the breach between the families.<\/p>\n

Whatever breach he was referring to, for we had never heard of him before. He sought reconciliation, and by all accounts, he had heard Mr. Bennet\u2019s daughters handsome and amiable. His idea of atonement for inheriting our home was to choose one of us as his wife. \u201cMr. Collins was not a sensible man, and his deficiency of nature had been but little assisted by education or society.<\/p>\n

The greatest part of his life having been spent under the guidance of an illiterate and miserly father: Jeremiah Collins, who had inherited none of his grandfather, John Bennet\u2019s good sense\u2014the sailing master is, after all, second only to the captain on a sailing ship. He had attended one of the universities, but merely kept the necessary terms, without forming at it any useful acquaintance, and was subsequently ordained. A fortunate chance had recommended him to a vacant living in Kent, and the respect which he felt for his patroness and her high rank, mingling with a very good opinion of himself, of his authority as a clergyman, and his rights as a rector, made him altogether a mixture of pride and obsequiousness, self-importance and humility.<\/p>\n

\u201cNone of us daughters could abide his company.<\/p>\n

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Longbourn was once alive with laughter, but everything changes when the estate is revealed to be entailed away to a distant cousin. Refusing to marry the new heir, Elizabeth Bennet leaves her childhood home and seeks refuge with her aunt and uncle Gardiner in bustling Gracechurch Street. At the same time, Fitzwilliam Darcy\u2019s world is upended. A forgotten claim robs him and his sister Georgiana of Pemberley, stripping away both their fortune and their place in society.<\/p>\n

When Elizabeth and Darcy meet in London, both are determined to reclaim what was lost. Their search leads them to newspaper archives and long-buried secrets, united by a single hope: can they restore Darcy\u2019s inheritance and challenge the entail on Longbourn? A Beneficial Coincidence is a Pride and Prejudice novella about fresh starts.<\/p>\n

In this gentle, low-angst tale, Elizabeth\u2019s resolve and Darcy\u2019s tenacity intertwine as they fight for justice\u2014and find unexpected romance\u2014 amid the intrigue of Regency England. 1kitap1.com\/en Prologue London, 1736 \u201cJohn, are you leaving us?\u201d \u201cAye, Captain. I\u2019ll let you wrangle with customs\u2014they\u2019ve no fondness for ships out of Flanders, but there\u2019s nothing aboard worth their trouble. Potatoes and Flemish cloth won\u2019t tempt them. They\u2019ll know we left the Cantonese tea and silks behind in Ostend to be smuggled ashore\u2014more\u2019s the pity for them.\u201d<\/p>\n

He glanced up at the tangled rigging. \u201cThe Judith was a stout ship in her day, but the sails are rotted and the hull\u2019s crawling with worms. Are they breaking her up?\u201d \u201cYou guessed it. Once we\u2019re unloaded, she\u2019s headed to Woolwich Yard to be surveyed. But before that, I owe you my thanks. You\u2019ve been a fine master\u2014I\u2019d be proud to sail with you again.\u201d \u201cPerhaps, Captain. I\u2019ve a fair profit coming to me from that Ostend cargo once it\u2019s landed in England.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll wait and see how things stand ashore.\u201d \u201cHave you enough coin to get home? The shipping office is closed, you\u2019ll have to wait for your pay.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve enough for the walk to Charing\u2014where a warm hearth and Maria are waiting, God bless her. All the best to you, Captain.\u201d The sailing master of the Judith swung onto the Billingsgate wharf. On the short journey up the Thames from the estuary, he had grown accustomed to the foul river smell\u2014no different from that of any European town or those of the Orient.<\/p>\n

No, it was the commotion and bustle of the market that unsettled him, so unlike standing watch on the quarterdeck. Peddlers hawked their wares\u2014fish, eels, oysters, sacks of corn and coal, salt, wine, and pottery\u2014all crying for attention. He jostled through the crowds, stepping around offal thrown to scrawny dogs, pushing past a woman selling pies, and barely avoiding an overturned barrow.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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