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        entered, be looked at eadfastly and ed for    a cigarette and o to it. ion of Victors face perfectly. It y. to be afraid of, t    it best to be on his guard.

        Speaking very sloell t ed to see o go to to send t seemed to    as t tion of t merely his own fancy?

        After a fes, in tens on led into the schoolroom.

        "t; s; is full of dust. I must get it arranged and put straigo it. It is not fit for you to see, sir. It is not, indeed."

        "I dont    it put straig t;

        "ell, sir, youll be covered o it.     been opened for nearly five years--not since ;

        tion of eful memories of ;t does not matter," ;I simply    to see t is all. Give me t;

        "And ; said tents of remulously uain ; off t. But you dont table ;

        "No, no," ulantly. "t ;

        Ss, and ail of told o ma best. S thed in smiles.

        As t t and looked round tin coverlet e seveury Veian     near Bologna. Yes, t o    en as a pall for t o    ion of its oion of deatself-- somet o to ted image on ts beauty a as grace. t and make it s till live on. It would be always alive.

        ted t    told Basil true reason    Lord ill more poisonous influe came from emperament. t        noble and intellectual. It    t mere pion of beauty t is born of t dies     oo late no could al, denial, or fetfulness could do t. But ture able. t errible outlet, dreams t heir evil real.

        ook up from t purple-and-gold texture t covered it, and,    in    seemed to    it ensified. Gold     ered. t y. pared to tle at!    at o judgement. A look of pain came across ure. As o t as    entered.

        "t;

        t t be got rid of at once.    not be alloo ko. t ful, treag do ting-table e to Lord o send o read and reminding    to meet at eigeen t evening.

        "ait for an ans;    to ;and s;

        Ied frame-maker of Soutreet, came in    rougant. Mr. tle man,    empered by terate impeiosity of most of tists    ed for people to e to    ion in favour of Dorian Gray. t Dorian t c o see him.

        "    I do for you, Mr. Gray?"    freckled ;I t I    got a beauty of a frame, sir. Picked it up at a sale. Old Florentine. Came from Fonted for a religious subject, Mr. Gray."

        "I am so sorry you rouble of ing round, Mr. ainly drop in and look at t go in muc present fious art--but to-day I only    a picture carried to top of t is rat I o lend me a couple of your men."

        "No trouble at all, Mr. Gray. I am deligo be of any service to you. , sir?"

        "t; replied Dorian, moving t; you move it, c and all, just as it is? I dont    it to get scratcairs."

        "ty, sir," said tant, to unure from t ;And, noray?"

        "I er go in front. I am afraid it is rig top of t staircase, as it is ;

        into t. te cer of ture extremely bulky, and noe of tests of Mr. rue tradesmans spirited dislike of seeing a gentleman doing anyt o it so as to hem.

        "Someto carry, sir," gasped ttle man wop landing. And he wiped his shiny forehead.

        "I am afraid it is rat; murmured Dorian as    opened into t o keep for    of he eyes of men.

        e, indeed, since    first as a play-room    ioned room,    Lord Kelso for ttle grandson o ed and desired to keep at a dista appeared to Dorian to    little calian cassone, s fantastically painted panels and its tarnis mouldings, in    ry ed s.    all! Every moment of o ainless purity of    seemed o    it rait o be tle , in t ore for him!

        But ter it. Bes purple pall, ted on tial, sodden, and un.    did it matter? No one could see it.    see it.    of        ure groer all? t ture s e across    seemed to be already stirring in spirit and in flesured sins    tlety and t sensitive mout so terpiece.

        No; t ore for it. t s brig, ted body, t ern to ure o be cealed. t.

        &qu it in, Mr. ; urning round. "I am sorry I kept you so long. I ;

        "Alo , Mr. Gray," ansill gasping for breat; it, sir?"

        "O    to     lean it against t;

        "Mig t, sir?"

        Dorian started. "It    i you, Mr. ;    ready to leap upon o to lift t cealed t of ;I s trouble you any more now. I am muc;

        "Not at all, not at all, Mr. Gray. Ever ready to do anyt; And Mr. ramped doairs, folloant, h a look of shy wonder in his rough unely face. he had never seen any one so marvellous.

        steps    t.    safe no his would ever see his shame.

        On reac it    after five oclod t tea    up. On a little table of dark perfumed ed    from Lady Radley, ty professional invalid er in Cairo, e from Lord    ly torn and tion of t. Jamess Gazette ea-tray. It    t Victor urned.    t of t to miss ture-- missed it already,    bee back, and a blank space     find airs and trying to force t er, or overion, or picked up a card hered flower or a shred of crumpled lace.

        some tea, opened Lord e. It o say t     migerest     t eigeen. . Jamess languidly, and looked t. A red pencil-mark on t    dretention to the following paragraph:

        I ON AN ACtRESS.--An i avern, on Road, by Mr. Danby, trict er, on tress retly e tre,    of deature urned. siderable sympatly affected during t of Dr. Birrell, em examination of the deceased.

        earing t across t all tle annoyed    . And it ainly stupid of . t.

        Per and o suspeet,    matter?    o do o fear. Dorian Gray    killed her.

        Lord     ,    totle, pearl-coloured octagonal stand t e Egyptia o an arm-co turer a fees    ra book t    seemed to    in exquisite raiment, and to te sound of flutes, t o hings of which he had never dreamed were gradually revealed.

        It    a plot and er, being, indeed, simply a psycudy of a certain young Parisian o realize iury all t t beloo every tury except o sum up, as it y tions t men ue, as mucural rebellions t ill call sin. tyle in ten    curious jeyle, vivid and obscure at once, full ot and of arcece parap cerizes t artists of tes. t metaprous as orcle in colour. terms of mystical p times asies of some mediaeval saint or t o g about its pages and to trouble tele monotony of t s elaborately repeated, produced io cer, a form of reverie, a malady of dreaming, t made he falling day and creeping shadows.

        Cloudless, and pierced by one solitary star, a creen sky gleamed ts eness of t up, and going into t room, placed ttle Floreable t alood at o dress for dinner.

        It    nine oclock before ting alone, in the m-room, looking very much bored.

        "I am so sorry, ; ;but really it is entirely your fault. t book you sent me so fasated me t I fot ime ;

        "Yes, I t you ," replied , rising from his chair.

        "I didnt say I liked it,    fasated me. t difference."

        "A?" murmured Lord o the dining-room.
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