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Pretty women use it, and that which was formerly considered ugly is now
considered an embellishment. Gwynplaine had yellow hair. His hair having
probably been dyed with some corrosive preparation, had left it woolly
and rough to the touch. Its yellow bristles, rather a mane than a head
of hair, covered and concealed a lofty brow, evidently made to contain
thought. The operation, whatever it had been, which had deprived his
features of harmony, and put all their flesh into disorder, had had no
effect on the bony structure of his head. The facial angle was powerful
and surprisingly grand. Behind his laugh there was a soul, dreaming, as
all our souls dream.
However, his laugh was to Gwynplaine quite a talent. He could do nothing
with it, so he turned it to account. By means of it he gained his
living.
Gwynplaine, as you have doubtless already guessed, was the child
abandoned one winter evening on the coast of Portland, and received into
a poor caravan at Weymouth.
CHAPTER II.
DEA.
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