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"Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising. 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. But I shall lose my wager if I stay a moment longer—so here goes. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops. Michelle stood perplexed. Here, turnkey. They leave them out of novels—these incompatibilities.
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