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She seemed to recollect herself suddenly. It's a
thousand pities to hang so pretty a fellow. 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 was no
marriage at all. Unwillingly he drew a little nearer, and became one of the group of
loiterers about the entrance. Shotbolt that if he, or any other person, takes
Jack Sheppard before to-morrow morning, I'll double it. "Off with you to Newgate!" cried Jack, "and don't let him out till you get inside
the Lodge. "
"Save yourself, Jack!" shouted Thames, sinking beneath the superior weight and
strength of his opponent; "leave me to my fate!"
"Never," replied Jack, hurrying towards him. You seem to want this chap out of Canton. O'Higgins eyed it
thoughtfully. Without her, it was lonely. "
"Ah! Sometimes I wonder I don't run amok and kill someone," said the Wastrel,
in broken English.
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