Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter. It was exactly as Sebastian had foreseen. He had reacted by pushing her away, disgust and frustration on his face. ” Sebastian replied merrily, his eyes fixed on the road. ” “I understand,” he said, doggedly. She flew up from her stool and faced the door. 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. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. She watched her friend rise and go towards her affianced husband, a look of mischief in her face. " "Doubt me not," replied Thames. The Ragged Edge.
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