"It's an ill wind that blows nobody good," thought the carpenter, turning his attention to the child, whose feeble struggles and cries proclaimed that, as yet, life had not been extinguished by the hardships it had undergone. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me out of that. She had started wearing the dresses he bought for her, the white and blue shift he said, “brings out the color in your eyes”. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. 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. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. Anna said nothing. ” Sebastian drove on. ‘Yes, only that this consolation he had found before he married my mother. But Jack was too well versed in the geography of the place to attempt either of them.
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