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        It    . As rolled te, t;t is Dorian Gray." o be , or stared at, or talked about. ired of tle village ely    no one kneold to love    old        ty ston dresses and s! S s .

        ing up for    o bed, and to t Lord o him.

        as it really true t one could never c a ained purity of e boy.    arnision and given o    o oterrible joy in being so; and t of t     and t full of promise t    to s    all irretrievable? as there no hope for him?

        A a monstrous moment of pride and passion    trait sernal youto t. Better for    eac its sure s penalty along . tion in punis. Not "Five us our sins" but "Smite us for our iniquities" so a most just God.

        t Lord o anding on table, and te-limbed Cupids laug as of old. ook it up, as    nig al picture, and ear-dimmed eyes looked into its poliserribly loved ten to ter, ending rous ;te ory." to ed to y, and flinging t into silver splinters be    y and t    for t ain. y o    a mask,    a mockery.     best? A green, an uime, a time of ss. s livery? Youth had spoiled him.

        It ter not to t. . It    o t    in ory, but    revealed t t o k, suc    t    troubled ed trait t    five . It rait t o        borne ie. As for Alan Campbell, . o do it. It o him.

        A ne     any rate. empt innoce. he would be good.

        As    of ty Merton, o rait in t    still so    o expel every sign of evil passion from the signs of evil had already gone away. he would go and look.

        ook table and crept upstairs. As ted acrely young-looking fad lingered for a moment about    error to    as if ted from him already.

        in quietly, log tom, and dragged trait. A cry of pain and indignation broke from    iill loat de spotted ter, and more like blood nerembled.    been merely vanity t ion, as Lord ed,    passion to act a part t sometimes makes us do tain larger t    seemed to    like a ed feet, as t     mean t o fess? to give    to deat t trous. Besides, even if race of to royed.    airs. t    ed in ory. . . . Yet it o fess, to suffer publiake publient. to tell to earto    ill old tle to ty Merton. For it    mirror, t . Vanity? Curiosity? ion t? t least    so. But y ys sake ried t now.

        But t to dog o be burdened by ? as o fess?    of evidence left against ure itself-- t .    it so long? O o c o suigerror lest ot. It    melancs mere memory s of joy. It o    roy it.

        abbed Basil    many times, till tai upon it. It    er, so it ers    t meant. It , and rous soul-life, and    its    peace. abbed ture .

        ts agony t tened servants    out of tlemen,    t ill t a poli and brougimes, but t for a ligop er a time,    aood in an adjoining portid ched.

        ", stable?" asked tlemen.

        "Mr. Dorian Grays, sir," anshe poli.

        t eas uncle.

        Inside, in ts part of tics alking in low wo each.

        After about a quarter of an    tmen and crept upstairs. t t. Everytill. Finally, after vainly trying to force t on to ts were old.

        ered, trait of ter as t seen e youty. Lying on t.     till t t was.

        thE END
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