You two were picked up by a street tramp in a cart and from then on you were like brother and sister. As a child, the barbarians mutilated Gwynplaine's face-cutting his mouth from ear to ear.

The boy considered himself a freak at whom everyone laughed, and the man-Ursus, who sheltered you both, played scenes for the public for money, idealizing your real life as a beautiful legend about a disfigured poor man and a princess

In one of these performances, you played lovers for a laughing audience, and when the boy’s final phrase sounded, you and him were finally able to be alone behind a closed curtain.

“Wow, we did a good job today, sis.“