‘Unheard of, ain’t
it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. White’s boarding-house in Russell Square. “Dear me! I wonder where Sir John picked her up. 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. ‘Has this capitaine of
yours not yet rid us of this Emile? What can he find to say to him?’
‘Don’t be impatient,’ Gerald said, rising too and coming to draw her away
from the door. His hands were exploring her
once again in the car. It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she
would soon be gone.
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