His Dad is an electrical engineer at the same place
as my dad works and his mom used to be a model, I’m
not kidding. Permit me to introduce myself. At least, he would always be able to take care of Ruth. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons
the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the
Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and
motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace
Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of
those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up
from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining
overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs,
carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. 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. He might go on as the devoted
lover until he tired. Like
a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of
heavier mould. ‘He’s already spoken for,
Melusine. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the
small casement window. It was a work
of no slight danger, for every instant a wall, or fragment of a building, came
crashing to the ground.
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