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She had imagined she had drowned them altogether. "It was given me by a man who was drinking t'other night with Blueskin at the Lion! and who, though he slouched his hat over his eyes, and muffled his chin in a handkerchief, must have been Jonathan Wild. 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. Nigel, do you know that I have been very jealous?” He avoided the invitation of her eyes. Leaving the panel wide, Melusine dashed to the library door and flung it open, racing into the hall. He had the air of a man who has said too much. The tears flowed faster.
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