“He was a
friend of your sister’s, was he not?”
“I never heard her mention his name,” she answered. It is like a
second honeymoon. 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. I shouldn't talk like
that. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees,
now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. Supper was over. "I see. On the cords being removed, he made a
desperate spring at Wild, bore him to the ground, clutched at his throat, and
would, infallibly, have strangled him, if the keepers had not all thrown
themselves upon him, and by main force torn him off. “I should like to understand you,” he said. He left that arid rule
clear of the least mist of refinement or delicacy. His hair had begun to gray, his
belly had just begun to round. It will hold aloof, a little undecided whether to pelt or not—”
“That depends whether we carry ourselves as though we expected pelting,”
said Ann Veronica. You don’t want to miss the sport. What will you give me to save
you from your pursuers?"
"Can you do so?" asked the other, doubtfully.
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