“You are quite right, I think. He knew she would be there, practicing alone in 118. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. Her voice recalled him. But it's confounded inconvenient. “Do come and see the Michaelmas daisies at the end of the garden,” said Mr. Well one night, some of us saw him, or thought we saw him, at a café dining with ‘Alcide,’—as a matter of fact, it seems that it was her sister. 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, miss,’ cut in Kimble. “He means nothing!” She whispered loudly. ’ She paused, struggling for the word. Ain't he, Madam?'" "He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that.
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