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Cursed be these twisted lanes ! I have iniaged the clue Of the close labyriuth. Nowhere in sight, Jost when I lack it, a stray gaberdine To pick me up raj thread. Tet when I haste Through these blind streets, onwishfal to be spied, Some dozen hawk - eyes peering o'er orook'd beaks Leer recognition, and obsequious caps Do kiss the stones to greet my princeship. Bah ! Strange, 'midst such refuse sleeps so white a At hut, here shuffles one.

Give you good even ! Sir, can you help me to the nighest way Unto the merchant's house, Sllsskiiid von Orb ? Whence come you knowing not the high brick wall, Without, blank as my palm, o' the inner side, Muring a palace ? But — do you wish bini well ? He is my friend — we must be wary, wary,