Ann Veronica looked up at him and found him regarding her with eyes that were almost woebegone, and into which, indeed, he was trying to throw much more expression than they could carry. "Fly!" cried Jack; "escape if you can; don't mind me. ‘Don’t be silly. "That's all right. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice. The room in which he was detained—that lately occupied by the Mohocks, who, it appeared, had been allowed to depart,—was calculated to inspire additional apprehension and disgust. 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. To win the contest meant you would be chosen to apprentice in magic as a priest under her tutelage.
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