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Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. “Let me help you,” he begged. His mind was filled briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that danced like a spider in his head. The villagers were thronging to church. 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. The Oriental has no equivalent. “I think,” he said, “that you have found the real home of the lotus-eaters. In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. ‘Coward,’ she threw at him, brandishing the sword. This young man did not drink because he sought the false happiness that lured men to the bottle. For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. Take me! take me!" "Before an hour you shall be mine," said Jonathan advancing towards her. Her nerves were shattered, her senses dazed by this unexpected shock.
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