Nevertheless, my lord, this very day I may do some act, which at a future period may seem equally senseless; for in one lifetime we live a hundred lives.

By the incomprehensible stranger in me, I say, this body of mine has been rented out scores of times, though always one dark chamber in me is retained by the old mystery." "Will you never come to the mark, Babbalanja?
Tell me something direct of the stranger.

Who, what is he?
Introduce him." "My lord, I can not.

He is locked up in me.

In a mask, he dodges me.
He prowls about in me, hither and thither; he peers, and I stare.