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to laugh at it is like laughing at an enigma. But the Sphynx, which
never laughs, is behind it.
Contradictory shouts arose,--
"
Enough! enough!" "Encore! encore!"
William Farmer, Baron Leimpster, flung at Gwynplaine the insult cast by
Ryc Quiney at Shakespeare,--
"
Histrio, mima!"
Lord Vaughan, a sententious man, twenty-ninth on the barons' bench,
exclaimed,--
"
We must be back in the days when animals had the gift of speech. In the
midst of human tongues the jaw of a beast has spoken."
"Listen to Balaam's ass," added Lord Yarmouth.
Lord Yarmouth presented that appearance of sagacity produced by a round
nose and a crooked mouth.
"The rebel Linnæus is chastised in his tomb. The son is the punishment
of the father," said John Hough, Bishop of Lichfield and Coventry, whose
prebendary Gwynplaine's attack had glanced.
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