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''Near the village of Gizeh. The great carved out of the rock. In the distance the spires and minarets of Cairo.''

 enters; he examines the attentively, now through his eyeglass, now through his hollowed hand.

Now, where in the world have I met before Something half forgotten that's like this hob-*goblin? For met it I have, in the north or the south. Was it a person? And, if so, who? That Memnon, it afterwards crossed my mind, Was like the Old Man of the Dovrë, so called, Just as he sat there, stiff and stark, Planted on end on the stumps of pillars.— But this most curious mongrel here, This changeling, a lion and woman in one,— Does he come to me, too, from a fairy-tale, Or from a remembrance of something real? From a fairy-tale? Ho, I remember the fellow! Why, of course it's the Boyg, that I smote on the skull,— That is, I dreamt it,—I lay in fever.—

[Going closer.

The self-same eyes, and the self-same lips;— Not quite so lumpish; a little more cunning; But the same, for the rest, in all essentials.— Ay, so that's it, Boyg; so you're like a lion When one sees you from behind and meets you in the day-time! Are you still good at riddling? Come, let us try.