" "Have it, and welcome," rejoined Figg. . 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. "It's more than I am," muttered Thames. Annabel, I was lying. “Lucy, that’s horrible. Love-making at first hand is dull enough. Her heart full of dread, she dragged on it. Come down with me to the Lodge directly. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. " "Company!" echoed Rachel; "at this time of night?" "Company, child," repeated Kneebone. The bodies had been found in the river without their heads, which were busy decomposing in a ravine. ” “Why?” Mr. She peered into the darkness. ” “Well, you see, something has happened at home.
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