There was a little pause between them, full for Ann Veronica of rapid elusive suspicions and intimations. She quickened her pace, and so did he, talking at her slightly averted ear. ’ ‘Now that’s where you’re wrong. what’s your name again?” He asked. “I am so very, very sorry. He can cure all diseases of the flesh as I taught him. ‘They cannot be worse than mine in English, monsieur. Sheppard, clasping him with a hand that burnt with fever, "I have been ill—dreadfully ill—I believe delirious—I thought I should have died last night—I won't tell you what agony you have caused me—I won't reproach you. . ” He was not in the least surprised. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. 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.
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