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Still, my tutor was a highly educated scholar—my father. But her cries, instead of moving her assailant's compassion, only added to his fury. She may be an infuriating little devil, but she is far from stupid. Ennison, or any other young man. 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. From this spot a road, more resembling the drive through a park than a public thoroughfare, led him gradually to the brow of Dollis Hill. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. If not, I have plenty to think about,” she answered, leaning back in her chair, and watching the smoke from her own cigarette curl upwards. “I did it for love of you,” he said. Let me recommend a glass of wine. “You will come back, won’t you?” He nodded cheerfully.
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