You see, I have had to look after myself so long that I have
developed a terrible bump of independence. She tucked the
mission Bible under her arm, and crooking a finger at Rollo, went forth to the
west beach where the sou'-west surge piled up muddily, burdened with broken
spars, crates, boxes, and weeds. She was tired, hungry—and thus
somewhat impatient for the food Mrs Ibstock might bring—and downcast. 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. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension.
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