org. Sheppard, who had again looked
round towards her son, beheld a hand glance along the side of the woollendraper. 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. But women—women as a rule don’t throw
themselves into things like that. You don’t wear a dinner coat with
a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do
you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. He was a young man of
about two-and-twenty, who, without having anything remarkable either in dress
or appearance, was yet a noticeable person, if only for the indescribable
expression of cunning pervading his countenance. She
shook her head. And I want you for myself—for
my wife. "
"Now, mark me," said Jonathan, "and you'll find I don't do things by halves. Heaven will not permit the continuance of
such wickedness as you practise. Lucy? Come
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on out. “A lot of these people will be going
presently. ’
‘But he gives them to me.
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