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The proa bore away to the northwest out of which it had come. I won’t even ask. "In this pit," he added, pointing to the chasm below, "your brother is buried. " While he was thus musing, he fancied he heard the lock tried. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s. " "A terrible dream, indeed," said Jonathan thoughtfully. 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. Please sit with me.
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