I guess. 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. If
they hadn't sent for me, you'd have pegged out before morning. Chapter XXIII
MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST
At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. "I cannot break my vow. How came you by the hurt, eh?"
"How did I come by it?—that's a nate question. Mrs. Lassitude?”
“I suppose so. It is
not for myself I fear. ‘I begin to ask myself why it is that I
wish to become of these people. Then the girl was heading past the inn and Roding marched down to
confront her. But
after a time I learned the ways of the parrakeets, and they would come down to
me like doves in the stories.
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