At a neighborhood ball,
Elizabeth, Darcy, and Bingley come upon unmentionables feeding on some slaughtered servants. Says Mr. D:
''I don't suppose...that you would give me the honour of dispensing of this unhappy business alone. I should never forgive myself if your gown were soiled.'' Miss Bennet
replies, ''The honour is all yours, Mr. Darcy.''
As Mr. G-S says, Mr. D ''cut the two zombies with
savage yet dignified movements. He then made quick work of beheading the slaughtered staff, upon which
Mr. Bingley politely vomited into his hands.'' O happy world — even though, in the end, ''the dead continued to claw their way through crypt and coffin alike, feasting
on British brains.''
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