Go on and tell me. She dressed rapidly and left the theatre without a word to any one. Cheveney was another Paris friend, was he?” she asked. No! I do not even know that he cares for me. 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. She became angry with herself. ’ The lady hesitated a moment, her eyes seeming to measure the distance between where he stood and the door. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. " "Could I credit your wild story, I might do so," returned Thames, with a look of perplexity. " "Egad, Jack," said Gay, "you should write your adventures. Will you please—Not now, or I must go. “It is very doubtful,” he said.
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