The Man Who Laughs


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of the merry-andrew. They encamped here and there, but they were grave  
and religious, bearing no affinity to other nomads, and incapable of  
theft. The people for a long time wrongly confounded them with the Moors  
of Spain and the Moors of China. The Moors of Spain were coiners, the  
Moors of China were thieves. There was nothing of the sort about the  
Comprachicos; they were honest folk. Whatever you may think of them,  
they were sometimes sincerely scrupulous. They pushed open a door,  
entered, bargained for a child, paid, and departed. All was done with  
propriety.  
They were of all countries. Under the name of Comprachicos fraternized  
English, French, Castilians, Germans, Italians. A unity of idea, a unity  
of superstition, the pursuit of the same calling, make such fusions. In  
this fraternity of vagabonds, those of the Mediterranean seaboard  
represented the East, those of the Atlantic seaboard the West. Many  
Basques conversed with many Irishmen. The Basque and the Irishman  
understand each other--they speak the old Punic jargon; add to this the  
intimate relations of Catholic Ireland with Catholic Spain--relations  
such that they terminated by bringing to the gallows in London one  
almost King of Ireland, the Celtic Lord de Brany; from which resulted  
the conquest of the county of Leitrim.  
The Comprachicos were rather a fellowship than a tribe; rather a  
residuum than a fellowship. It was all the riffraff of the universe,  
having for their trade a crime. It was a sort of harlequin people, all  
composed of rags. To recruit a man was to sew on a tatter.  
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