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Sheppard,—"pray let me go. ” He pronounced this with an air of profound conviction and with his eyes on Ann Veronica’s face. “They make me want to shout,” said Mr. Once outside, she ran towards the playground, and the grotto, a miniature limestone version of the manor, which was in itself a miniature of a fortress. 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. " "And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. A siphon and a whisky bottle stood before him. Earles said persuasively. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. Wait, though. My own impression is that he already knows. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. "I vent to de New Prish'n, and on wishitin' his shel vid de turnkey, vot should ve find but de shains on de ground, de vinder broken, and Jack and Agevorth Besh gone.
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