"I knew it when you passed me last night." "I never saw you out of this place," I answered.

"As for the portraits of you, whoever you may be, I know nothing about them.

I was far too anxious and too wretched, to amuse myself by looking into shop-windows before I came here.

You, and your name, are equally strange to me.

If you have any respect for yourself, tell me who you are.