The Man Who Laughs


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The peninsula of Portland, looked at geometrically, presents the  
appearance of a bird's head, of which the bill is turned towards the  
ocean, the back of the head towards Weymouth; the isthmus is its neck.  
Portland, greatly to the sacrifice of its wildness, exists now but for  
trade. The coasts of Portland were discovered by quarrymen and  
plasterers towards the middle of the seventeenth century. Since that  
period what is called Roman cement has been made of the Portland  
stone--a useful industry, enriching the district, and disfiguring the  
bay. Two hundred years ago these coasts were eaten away as a cliff;  
to-day, as a quarry. The pick bites meanly, the wave grandly; hence a  
diminution of beauty. To the magnificent ravages of the ocean have  
succeeded the measured strokes of men. These measured strokes have  
worked away the creek where the Biscay hooker was moored. To find any  
vestige of the little anchorage, now destroyed, the eastern side of the  
peninsula should be searched, towards the point beyond Folly Pier and  
Dirdle Pier, beyond Wakeham even, between the place called Church Hope  
and the place called Southwell.  
The creek, walled in on all sides by precipices higher than its width,  
was minute by minute becoming more overshadowed by evening. The misty  
gloom, usual at twilight, became thicker; it was like a growth of  
darkness at the bottom of a well. The opening of the creek seaward, a  
narrow passage, traced on the almost night-black interior a pallid rift  
where the waves were moving. You must have been quite close to perceive  
the hooker moored to the rocks, and, as it were, hidden by the great  
cloaks of shadow. A plank thrown from on board on to a low and level  
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