"Whist!" exclaimed Terence; "he elevates his glim. ’ Lucy was silent for a space, once again wearing that inscrutable expression. Her expression was a little changed, less innocent, more discerning. "Never mind," replied the tapstress. There was no one stirring in the flats. She knew now that he never would. 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. Of course he hadn't played the game wisely. Michelle's home was one of the smaller palaces, made solidly of red brick with charming black shutters and window boxes full of drooping violets.
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