Later that night, after she had cleaned herself and changed her clothes, he returned. “May you have as much good fortune as you deserve, but not enough to make you forget us. And now, come and sit by me, my dear, and let's have a little quiet chat together. "He must be somewhere hereabouts," cried one of the horsemen, dismounting. And then, as she answered nothing, “Seeing that we are lovers. "Hush!" she said. 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. There was no response. ” He resumed, after a mouthful: “Here is a girl of sixteen or seventeen, seventeen and a half to be exact, running about, as one might say, in London.
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