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        telli yoing to be good," cried Lord e fingers into a red copper boer. "You are quite perfect. Pray, dont c;

        Dorian Gray s;No, oo many dreadful t going to do any more. I began my good as yesterday."

        "erday?"

        "In try, aying at a little inn by myself."

        "My dear boy," said Lord ;anybody    be good in try. temptations t is t of toely uncivilized. Civilization is not by any means an easy to attain to. tured, t. try people unity of beiagnate."

        "Culture and corruption," ec;I    seems terrible to me no togeto alter. I tered."

        "You    yet told me ion tle crimson pyramid of seeded straed, se sugar upon them.

        "I    tell you,    is not a story I could tell to any one else. I spared somebody. It sounds vain, but you uand iful and     tracted me to    you?    seems! ell, ty    one of our o I loved    imes a erday s me in a little orc tumbling do daermio leave ;

        "I sy of tion must ; interrupted Lord ;But I    finis. t ion."

        "nt say ttys    is not broken. Of course, s. But ta, in    and marigold."

        "And ; said Lord ;My dear Dorian, you    curiously boyisent noer rinning ploug of    you, and loved you, eaco despise c of vie say t I t renunciation. Even as a beginning, it is poor. Besides,    ty isnt floating at t moment in some starlit mill-pond, er-lilies round ;

        "I t bear t everyt t serious tragedies. I am sorry I told you no care o me. I knoy! As I rode past te face at t let us talk about it any more, and dont try to persuade me t t good a I    little bit of self-sacrifice I    of sin. I    to be better. I am going to be better. tell me somet yourself.    is going on in too t;

        "till discussing poor Basils disappearance."

        "I s t tired of t by time," said Dorian, p    some ly.

        "My dear boy, talking about it for six is equal to tal strain of opic every tuely,    terious disappearance of an artist. Scotland Yard still insists t ter    train on t Basil never arrived in Paris at all. I suppose in about a fold t    is an odd t every one    San Francisco. It must be a deligy, and possess all ttras of t ;

        " do you to Basil?" asked Dorian,    t and    ter so calmly.

        "I    test idea. If Basil co    is no business of mine. If     to t    ever terrifies me. I e it."

        "; said the younger man wearily.

        "Because," said Lord rils t trellis of an open vinaigrette box, "one    survive everyt t. Deaty are ts iury t one ot explain a us    play e. tely. Poor Victoria! I    ts t s. Pers t. tial part of ones personality."

        Dorian said not rose from table, and passing into t room, sat doo t ray across te and black ivory of ter t in, opped, and looking over at Lord ; ever occur to you t Basil ;

        Lord ;Basil erbury c clever enougo ing. But a man    paint like Velasquez a be as dull as possible. Basil erested me once, and t    ion for you and t you    motive of ."

        "I ; said Dorian e of sadness in ;But dont people say t ;

        "O does not seem to me to be at all probable. I kno Basil    t of man to o ty. It ;

        "    I ; said ttly after he had spoken.

        "I    you    doesnt suit you. All crime is vulgar, just as all vulgarity is crime. It is not in you, Dorian, to it a murder. I am sorry if I    your vanity by saying so, but I assure you it is true. Crime belongs exclusively to t blame t degree. I s crime o t art is to us, simply a metraordinary sensations."

        "A metions? Do you t a man    tell me t."

        "O too often," cried Lord ;t is one of t importas of life. I s murder is alake. One s one ot talk about after dinner. But let us pass from poor Basil. I , but I t. I dare say o t tor    ing over c t ten years ing ;

        Dorian rolled across to stroke t, a large, grey-plumaged bird    and tail, t self upon a bamboo perced fiouc, it dropped te scurf of kled lids over black, glasslike eyes and began to sway backwards and forwards.

        "Yes," iurning round and taking    of ; "ing e gone off. It seemed to me to    somet    an ideal. o be great friends, o be a great artist.     separated you? I suppose s a    bores     rait    t since . Oelling me years ago t you    it doo Selby, and t it    mislaid or stolen on t it back?    a pity! it erpiece. I remember I ed to buy it. I o Basils best period. Si ixture of bad painting and good iions t alitles a man to be called a representative Britisist. Did you advertise for it? You s;

        "I fet," said Dorian. "I suppose I did. But I never really liked it. I am sorry I sat for it. teful to me. alk of it? It used to remind me of t, I they run?--

        Like ting of a sorrow,

        A face    a .

        Yes: t is    ;

        Lord ;If a mas life artistically, ," o an arm-chair.

        Dorian Gray srue soft c;Like ting of a sorro; ed, "a face    a ."

        t ;By t; er a pause, " profit a man if ation run?-- ;

        tarted and stared at ;, ;

        "My dear fello; said Lord ing ;I asked you because I t you migo give me an ans is all. I    Sunday, and close by tood a little e vulgar street-preac t question to    struck me as being ratic. London is very rics of t kind. A    Sunday, an uncoutian in a matose faces under a broken roof of dripping umbrellas, and a erical lips--it s e a suggestion. I t of telling t t art    t man . I am afraid,    ood me."

        "Dont, errible reality. It    be bougered a    be poisoned, or made perfect. t."

        "Do you feel quite sure of t, Dorian?"

        "Quite sure."

        "A must be an illusion. tely certain about are rue. t is tality of fait be so serious.    o do itions of e? No: ell me, in a lo . I am only ten years older to-nig. You ely extraordinary. You    not in appearance. I . to get back my yout take exercise, get up early, or be respectable. Yout. Its absurd to talk of to    are people mue. Life o test radict t on principle. If you ask t erday, t in 1820, ely not te it at Majorca,    spray das t is marvellously romantic.    a blessing it is t t left to us t is not imitative! Dont stop. I    music to-nig seems to me t you are t I am Marsyas listening to you. I    even you knedy of old age is not t one is old, but t one is young. I am amazed sometimes at my oy. A an exquisite life you    your palate. Not o you no more t    marred you. You are still t;

        "I am not t;

        "Yes, you are t t of your life    spoil it by renunciations. At present you are a perfect type. Dont make yourself inplete. You are quite fla s deceive yourself. Life is not governed by ention. Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slo-up cells in rong. But a e of colour in a room or a m sky, a particular perfume t you    brings subtle memories , a line from a fotte you    you o play-- I tell you, Dorian, t it is on t our lives depend. Broes about t somes ra mont against us bot it    al it is afraid it    you atue, or painted a picture, or produced anytside of yourself! Life . You    yourself to music. Your days are your sos."

        Dorian rose up from t;Yes, life e," ;but I am not going to    not say travagant to me. You dont kno me. I t if you did, even you urn from me. You laug laug;

        "opped playing, Dorian? Go bad give me turne ain. Look at t great,    ing for you to co t? Let us go to t    end it c es o kno son. ies, and o introduce o you. e delig;

        "I ," said Dorian ;But I am tired to-nig go to t is nearly eleven, and I    to go to bed early."

        "Do stay. You o-nigouc     before."

        "It is because I am going to be good," ;I am a little c;

        "You ot e, Dorian," said Lord ;You and I ;

        "Yet you poisoned me    five t.    you    book to any o does ;

        "My dear boy, you are really beginning to moralize. You    like ted, and t,    all tired. You are mucoo deligo do t. Besides, it is no use. You and I are . Art ion. It ao act. It is superbly sterile. t t ss o    discuss literature. e round to-morroo ride at eleven. e migogetake you to luo sult you about some tapestries stle ducired of Gladys? I t you s on ones nerves. ell, in any case, be    eleven."

        "Must I really e, ;

        "Certainly. te lovely no t you."

        "Very ; said Dorian. "Good nig; As ated for a moment, as if o say. t out.
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