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Mr. Shinar only asking last Saturday night . . . . cheese you said, Fancy?'
Dick controlled his emotion at these mysterious allusions to Mr. Shinar,—the better enabled to do so by perceiving that Fancy's heart went not with her father's—and spoke like a stranger to the affairs of the neighbourhood. 'Yes, there's a great deal to be said upon the power of maiden faces in settling your courses,' he said as the keeper retreated for the cheese.
'The conversation is taking a very strange turn: nothing that I have ever done warrants such things being said,' murmured Fancy with emphasis, just loud enough to reach Dick's ears.
'You think to yourself, 'twas to be,' cried Enoch from his distant corner, by way of filling up the vacancy caused by Geoffrey's momentary absence. 'And so you marry her, Master Dewy, and there's an end o't.'