The Man Who Laughs


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houses which stretched away in front of him, so dark that it seemed more  
like a gulf between two cliffs than the entrance to a town.  
CHAPTER IV.  
ANOTHER FORM OF DESERT.  
It was Weymouth which he had just entered. Weymouth then was not the  
respectable and fine Weymouth of to-day.  
Ancient Weymouth did not present, like the present one, an  
irreproachable rectangular quay, with an inn and a statue in honour of  
George III. This resulted from the fact that George III. had not yet  
been born. For the same reason they had not yet designed on the slope of  
the green hill towards the east, fashioned flat on the soil by cutting  
away the turf and leaving the bare chalk to the view, the white horse,  
an acre long, bearing the king upon his back, and always turning, in  
honour of George III., his tail to the city. These honours, however,  
were deserved. George III., having lost in his old age the intellect he  
had never possessed in his youth, was not responsible for the calamities  
of his reign. He was an innocent. Why not erect statues to him?  
Weymouth, a hundred and eighty years ago, was about as symmetrical as a  
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