The Man Who Laughs


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The crew was probably of their brotherhood. Community of object was  
visible in the embarkation.  
Had there been a little more light, and if you could have looked at them  
attentively, you might have perceived on these people rosaries and  
scapulars half hidden under their rags; one of the semi-women mingling  
in the group had a rosary almost equal for the size of its beads to that  
of a dervish, and easy to recognize for an Irish one made at  
Llanymthefry, which is also called Llanandriffy.  
You might also have observed, had it not been so dark, a figure of Our  
Lady and Child carved and gilt on the bow of the hooker. It was probably  
that of the Basque Notre Dame, a sort of Panagia of the old Cantabri.  
Under this image, which occupied the position of a figurehead, was a  
lantern, which at this moment was not lighted--an excess of caution  
which implied an extreme desire of concealment. This lantern was  
evidently for two purposes. When alight it burned before the Virgin, and  
at the same time illumined the sea--a beacon doing duty as a taper.  
Under the bowsprit the cutwater, long, curved, and sharp, came out in  
front like the horn of a crescent. At the top of the cutwater, and at  
the feet of the Virgin, a kneeling angel, with folded wings, leaned her  
back against the stem, and looked through a spyglass at the horizon. The  
angel was gilded like Our Lady. In the cutwater were holes and openings  
to let the waves pass through, which afforded an opportunity for gilding  
and arabesques.  
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