"I can't hold it much longer—it'll break my wrist. " "What for? What do you want of them?" "Why, they are … yours. Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured meaningless phrases to soothe. “Do you know,” she said, “that every one is remarking how ill you look. "I was right," replied Jack, returning as coolly as if nothing had happened. “You see you do not know how much of truth there is in his story. " "You will call for it before six months are passed," rejoined Jack, sternly. 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.
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