His anger gave way to grim humour and he
thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane. "And now, to your own
concerns. ”
Ann Veronica thought. ‘Certainly I am not a nun. So you, Jacques, must
go and wait for me with the horse. "
"No," answered the ruffian, moodily. 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. ’
‘How can you say so?’ protested Melusine.
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