One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of
cities, reasserts itself. “There were some Hampshire
Pellissiers. She could not part with dignity. He grabbed her wrist and prised the weapon from her fingers, ignoring
her other hand that clawed at his to try to retain the trophy. ‘Gérard, you are a great fool. As
soon as the latter beheld him, she uttered a loud scream, and fainted. 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. ’
Gerald could not suppress a grin.
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