. She
was instinctively aware of him as she had been of Julian. 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. Do you indeed
remember? The smell of decay and cheap methylated spirit!. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and
Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of
their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds,
their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the
flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself
fighting against. I want to talk to Mr. En tout cas, I am not trespassing at all. “You’re splendid!” said Teddy, with his hair wild in
the wind. He must not in any way call
their attention to it. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right
across it. Miraculously, her schoolmates were so upswept in
their own summer planning that they had no time to
interrogate her. “The very question, my dear sister,” she said, “tells me that I have succeeded.
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