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"On her past sins; and preparing new ones."
"For shame! She is no worse than we are. Do you really admire Islip?"
"Indeed I do, if this is Islip?"
"It is then; and this cottage with the cluster-rose tree all over the
walls is Marks's cottage. We are rather proud of Marks's cottage," said
she, timidly.
"It is a bower," said he, warmly.
This encouraged Zoe, and she said, "Is there not a wonderful charm in
cottages? I often think I should like to live in Marks's. Have you ever
had that feeling?"
"Never. But I have it now. I should like to live in it--with you."
Zoe blushed like a rose, but turned it off. "You would soon wish yourself
back again at Vizard Court," said she. "Fanny-- Fanny!" and she stood
still.
Fanny came up. "Well, what is the matter now?" said she, with pert, yet
thoroughly apathetic, indifference.
"The matter is--extravagances. Here is a man of the world pretending he
would like to end his days in Marks's cottage."
"Stop a bit. It was to be with somebody I loved. And wouldn't you, Miss
Dover?"
"Oh dear, no. We should be sure to quarrel, cooped up in such a mite of a
place. No; give me Vizard Court, and plenty of money, and the man of my
heart.
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