‘Mademoiselle,’ he had greeted her, entering the little private parlour where,
Martha being at prayer in their room, she sat alone, reading over and over the
letter Mother Abbess had given her and revolving plans in her head. The original passage,
Martha had told her, had led only from an upstairs room to one downstairs. 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. ” His eyes were squeezed shut. They all stay!”
“And you yourself?”
Brendon laughed. Fortescue raised his eyebrows and assumed a light-comedy expression. He sent me home. Sometimes I think I’ll miss them and
I start to cry, but I’m ready to have a life of my own. "Shall I fetch it for you, Sir?"
"By all means. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being.
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