Wood, with a look meant to
reduce her supposed rival to the dust. "
"My turn comes before yours, Sir," interposed his better half. ”
“John, maybe I don’t want to try out for orchestra right
now because my heart isn’t in it. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. “Wild
horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me
out. "The ban-dogs!" thundered a tall man, whose stature and former avocations had
procured him the nickname of "The long drover of the Borough market. She addressed Anna with a
beaming smile and a very creditable mixture of condescension and officiousness. But we get over it. A wide terrace then led to large iron gates,' over which were
placed the two celebrated figures of Raving and Melancholy Madness, executed
by the elder Cibber, and commemorated by Pope in the Dunciad, in the wellknown lines:—
"Close to those walls where Folly holds her throne,
And laughs to think Monroe would take her down,
Where, o'er the gates, by his famed father's hand,
Great Cibber's brazen, brainless brothers stand.
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