I've seen
many a clever cracksman, but never one like him. He pulled rein at the sight of her, saluted, and regarded
her with his rather too protuberant eyes. Are you going to write a novel?”
“Not I,” she answered gaily. "Suppose he does. She dared not look directly at him, her
head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped
appearance of an androgynous adolescent. The significance of the kiss was still
obscure to her, though she had frequently encountered the word and act in the
Old and New Testaments and latterly in novels. 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. What more could any reasonable man—
especially a watchman—desire? Besides, the Marquis, is a devilish fine fellow,
and a particular friend of mine.
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