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"What the devil are you howling about?" cried Langley. "And his lordship, furthermore, requests me to state," proceeded Sharples, in a hoarse tone, "that he'll be responsible for the doctors' bill of all such gem'men as have received broken pates, or been otherwise damaged in the fray—ough! ough!" "Hurrah!" shouted the mob. “Not too bad. Like the flaws of an old marble. ” “Heavens!” the lady exclaimed. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. 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 isn’t Valade, and the Comtesse de St Erme is absolutely furious. They were properly brought up, and sat still and straight, and took the luck fate brought them as gentlewomen should. "You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. . She hid behind a mirage of piety, just as I do. In a few minutes, an appalling change was perceptible. They reluctantly went back to school the Thursday after New Year’s Day. “My cab with all that luggage would give the whole show away.
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