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Eban then paid his fare, and tiptoe went

To Hum’s hotel; and, as he on did pass

With head inclined, each dusky lineament

Show’d in the pearl-paved street as in a glass;

His purple vest, that ever peeping was

Rich from the fluttering crimson of his cloak,

His silvery trousers, and his silken sash

Tied in a burnish’d knot, their semblance took

Upon the mirror’d walls, wherever he might look.