” “I will think of it,” she repeated. ’ Turning, she climbed over the low haha wall. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. The pause lengthened, and he had the satisfaction of seeing despair melt the set mockery of Spurlock's mouth. 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. “Hola Marteen!” She exclaimed cheerfully. What have you got to say?" "Too much," replied Kneebone, shaking his head; "sadly too much. "Speak out—don't be alarmed," said Wood, in a kind and encouraging tone. “Only married a few months ago and lived out at Hampstead. ” She said with love for them. " "Hear me, Blueskin," said Jonathan, restraining his choler. . White will present her bill. I was grateful.
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