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        of t, Basil ly, as men do instinctively at nig fantastic saircase. A rising tle.

        op landing, Doriaaking out tur in t;You insist on kno; he asked in a low voice.

        "Yes."

        "I am delig;    ;You are titled to kno me. You o do ;; and, taking up t in. A cold current of air passed t s up for a moment in a flame of murky e. ;S t; able.

        been lived in for years. A faded Flemisapestry, a curtained picture, an old Italian cassone, and an almost empty book-case--t    it seemed to tain, besides a cable. As Dorian Gray anding o and t t here was a damp odour of mildew.

        "So you t it is only God ain back, and you ;

        t spoke ;You are mad, Dorian, or playing a part," muttered hallward, frowning.

        "You ? t do it myself," said tore tain from its rod and flung it on the ground.

        An exclamation of ers lips as    t s expression t filled    and loat    ! tever it    entirely spoiled t marvellous beauty. till some gold in t on t somet yet pletely passed aic t. Yes, it     afraid. ed dle, and    to ture. In t-raced in loers ht vermilion.

        It ire. . Still, it o sluggisure!    did it mean?    altered? urned and looked at Dorian Gray gue seemed uo articulate.    .

        t telsc strange expression t one sees on t artist is ag. t nor real joy. tator, riumpaken t of , and , or pretending to do so.

        " does t; cried    last. his own voice sounded shrill and curious in his ears.

        "Years ago,    me, flattered me, and taugo be vain of my good looks. One day you introduced me to a friend of yours, rait of me t revealed to me ty. In a mad moment t, even no kno, I made a ;

        "I remember it! O! No! t into ts I used cell you t;

        "A is impossible?" murmured to t t-stained glass.

        "You told me you royed it."

        "I    royed me."

        "I dont believe it is my picture."

        "t you see your ideal in it?" said Dorian bitterly.

        "My ideal, as you call it. . ."

        "As you called it."

        "t, noto me suc again. tyr."

        "It is t;

        "C!     ;

        "Eac; cried Dorian ure of despair.

        urned again to trait and gazed at it. "My God! If it is true," ;and t you    be alk against you fancy you to be!"    up again to t. to be quite undisturbed and as    it. It ly, t trange quiing of inner life ting tting of a corpse in a ery grave    so fearful.

        s socket on ttering.    on it and put it out. to ty ding by table and buried his fa his hands.

        "Good God, Dorian, ; t    t;Pray, Dorian, pray," ; is it t one augo say in ones boy into temptation. Five us our sins. asies. Let us say t togetance will be answered also. I worsoo muc. You worsoo muc;

        Dorian Gray turned slo ear-dimmed eyes. "It is too late, Basil," ered.

        "It is oo late, Doria us kneel dory if    remember a prayer. Isnt t, yet I e as sno;

        "to me no;

        " say t. You    you see t accursed t us?"

        Dorian Gray gla ture, and suddenly an untrollable feeling of red for Basil    ed to o ed animal stirred ed at table, more top of ted c t faced .    it        up, some days before, to cut a piece of cord, ao take ao, passing    be and turned round. irred in o rise.    o t vein t is beable and stabbing again and again.

        tifled groan and times tstretc up vulsively, esque, stiff-fingered abbed    t move. Someto trickle on ted for a moment, still pressing table, and listened.

        t.    out on tely quiet. No one . For a ferade and peering doo took out turo the room, log himself in as he did so.

        till seated in training over table astic arms.    not been for tear in tted black pool t able, one he man was simply asleep.

        strangely calm, and o t and stepped out on trous peacocks tail, starred ern on t    of a pr saggering as s. Noopped and peered back. Once, so sing in a rolled over and said someto umbled aer blast s across trees so and fro.    back, closing the window behind him.

        ur.    even gla t t t of t to realize tuatioal portrait to w of    was enough.

        t eel, and studded urquoises. Per mig, and questions ed for a moment, turned bad took it from table.    ill it    was like a dreadful wax image.

        quietly doairs. to cry out as if in pain. opped several times and ed. No: everytill. It steps.

        in t be    press t ing, a press in o it. er c y mio two.

        doo t-- men rangled in England for o t,     t eleven. No one    of ts    Selby Royal.    o bed.... Paris! Yes. It o Paris t Basil    train, as ended. its, it royed long before then.

        A sudden t struck    on    and    and    out into tread of t outside and seeing ted in ted and h.

        After a fes c, sting tly be five minutes    appeared, half-dressed and looking very drowsy.

        "I am sorry to o ; epping in; "but I ten my latc time is it?"

        "ten minutes past t; ans the clod blinking.

        "ten minutes past t    o-morro;

        "All rig;

        "Did any one call t;

        "Mr. ayed ill eleven, and t ao cat."

        "O see ;

        "No, sir, except t e to you from Paris, if    find you at t;

        "t    fet to call me at o-morro;

        "No, sir."

        the passage in his slippers.

        Dorian Gray t and coat upon table and passed into ter of an ing ook doo tur;Alan Campbell, 152, ford Street, Mayfair." Yes; t ed.
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