“Sure. "To the world's end," answered Jack, darting after him. We were fellow passengers from Charing Cross, and we have been fellow lodgers in the Rue d’Entrepot. A mate? A brother-lover to tromp about the world with? “I cannot. I dare say anything seemed better to her than the nun’s habit she had been obliged to use. 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. " "That reminds me he's still at large," returned Ireton. When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway, something obstructed his further progress. " The doctor was in the middle fifties, gray and careworn, but with alert blue eyes and a gentle mouth. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow.
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