After occupying himself thus for the best part of an hour, he thought Jack must have given him the slip. " "Murdered!" ejaculated Winifred. ’ ‘Lord, yes,’ agreed Gerald, in mock horror. Wood, who was standing at the edge of a raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him. No mercenary consideration influences me. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. 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. "What I do is for the best, and I can only hope she may have strength to bear the separation. ’ ‘Think Valade will come back here then?’ ‘Melusine thinks so,’ Gerald said, pausing at the top of the stairs. Annabel, I was lying. His eyes never left her face. Wood with the circumstances, and putting him upon his guard against the possibility of an attack. " And Blueskin withdrew.
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