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Ursus was the poet of these magical representations; he wrote the
pieces. He had a diversity of talents; he was clever at sleight of hand.
Besides the voices he imitated, he produced all sorts of unexpected
things--shocks of light and darkness; spontaneous formations of figures
or words, as he willed, on the partition; vanishing figures in
chiaroscuro; strange things, amidst which he seemed to meditate,
unmindful of the crowd who marvelled at him.
One day Gwynplaine said to him,--
"
Father, you look like a sorcerer!"
And Ursus replied,--
"Then I look, perhaps, like what I am."
The Green Box, built on a clear model of Ursus's, contained this
refinement of ingenuity--that between the fore and hind wheels the
central panel of the left side turned on hinges by the aid of chains and
pulleys, and could be let down at will like a drawbridge. As it dropped
it set at liberty three legs on hinges, which supported the panel when
let down, and which placed themselves straight on the ground like the
legs of a table, and supported it above the earth like a platform. This
exposed the stage, which was thus enlarged by the platform in front.
This opening looked for all the world like a "mouth of hell," in the
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