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Earles declared. They smelled
good, but they no longer smelled like food. Remember! not a word!"
So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to
the ground, and extinguished the light. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the
air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. I'll call for you after
lunch. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that
up again at tea-time. . Vanity was a vice not just to be deprecated,
but effectively strangled at birth. "Somebody ought to get hold of that young man," said Prudence, grimly, as she
nodded in Spurlock's direction. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think
—if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. He became angry. 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. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. The weather's been foul
enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it.
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