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        At nine oclock t m    came in e on a tray and opeers. Dorian e peacefully, lying on    side, ired out udy.

        to touc smile passed across    in some delig    dreamed at all.    roubled by any images of pleasure or of pain. But yout any reason. It is one of its c charms.

        urned round, and leaning upon o sip e. treaming into t, and t    like a m in May.

        Gradually ts of t crept , blood-stained feet into ructed terrible distiness.    t    t    in to ill sitting too, and in t nohe day.

        t if    ie triump gratified to tellect a quied sense of joy, greater t, or could ever bring, to t t one of t o be driven out of to be drugged o be strangled lest it migrangle oself.

        ruck,    up ily and dressed tention to tie and scarf-pin and c a long time also over breakfast, tasting talking to    about some ing made for ts at Selby, and going t some of tters, imes over and tore up    look of annoyan ;t a; as Lord henry had once said.

        After ioo    to , and going over to table, sat doe tters. One    in , to t.

        "take to 152, ford Street, Francis, and if Mr. Campbell is out of to ;

        As soon as    a cigarette and begac flos of arcecture, and t every face t o astic likeo Basil ting up,    over to took out a volume at ermi    t    became absolutely necessary t he should do so.

        retc title-page of t iers Emaux et Camees, Ciers Japanese-paper editio-greerellis-ted pomegranates. It o on. As urned over t t;du supplial lavé:e," s do;doigts de faune."    e taper fingers, sly in spite of ill o tanzas upon Venice:

        Sur une gamme cique,

        Le sein de peries ruisselant,

        La Vénus de lAdriatique

        Sort de leau son corps rose et blanc.

        Les d?mes, sur lazur des ondes

        Suivant la pour,

        Se e des ges rondes

        Que soulève un soupir damour.

        Lesquif aborde et me dépose,

        Jetant son amarre au pilier,

        Devant une fa?ade rose,

        Sur le marbre dun escalier.

        e to be floating doer-y, seated in a black gondola railing curtains. turquoise-blue t folloo ted birds t flutter round tall alk, ately grace, t-stained arcades. Leaning back    saying over and over to himself:

        Devant une fa?ade rose,

        Sur le marbre dun escalier.

        t    irred o mad delig Venice, like Oxford,    to true romantic, background    everyt of time, and i. Poor Basil!    a o die!

        ook up tried tet.    fly in and out of ttle cafe at Smyrna ing turbaned mercs smoke tasselled pipes and talk gravely to eac ears of granite in its lonely sunless exile and longs to be back by t, lotus-covered Nile, ures    craeaming mud; o brood over tained marble, tell of t curious statue t Gautier pares to a tralto voice, t;monstre c" t couc after a time t of terror came over    if Alan Campbell s of England? Days o e.    could    al importance.

        t friends once, five years before-- almost inseparable, iimacy o an end.    in society no was only Dorian Gray who smiled: Alan Campbell never did.

        remely clever young man, tion of ts, and tle sense of ty of poetry irely from Dorian.    intellectual passion    Cambridge    a great deal of ime ory, and aken a good class in tural Sce tripos of ill devoted to tudy of cry, and ory of o s ly to t    on anding for Parliament and    a c er t amateurs. In fact, it     brougoget indefira t Dorian seemed to be able to exercise    being scious of it. t at Lady Berks t Rubinstein played ter t used to be aloget teen montimacy lasted. Campbell    Selby Royal or in Grosvenor Square. to o many otype of everyt is ing in life.    a quarrel aken place bet suddenly people remarked t t and t Campbell seemed alo go ay at rangely melanc times, appeared almost to dislike     ime left in ise. And tainly true. Every day o beore ied in biology, and ific revieion ain curious experiments.

        ting for. Every sed    glang at tes    by ated. At last    up and began to pace up and doiful caged took long stealtrides. his hands were curiously cold.

        time seemed to o be cra of lead,    to of precipice.    ing for , indeed, and, s and driven to t s otened, and tion, made grotesque by terror, ted and distorted as a living t on a stand and griime stopped for    blind, slos, time being dead, raimbly on in front, and dragged a ure from its grave, and s to ared at it. Its very one.

        At last t entered. urned glazed eyes upon him.

        "Mr. Campbell, sir," said the man.

        A sigo his cheeks.

        "Ask o e in at once, Francis."    t he was himself again. his mood of cowardice had passed away.

        tired. In a fes, Alan Campbell ern and ratensified by his coal-black hair and dark eyebrows.

        "Alan! t;

        "I ended o enter your    you said it ter of life a; io in teady seared on Dorian.    s of rak, and seemed not to iced ture ed.

        "Yes: it is a matter of life ao more t do;

        Campbell took a cable, and Dorian sat opposite to . In Doriay.    w o do was dreadful.

        After a strained moment of silence, ly, but c of eac for, "Alan, in a locked room at top of to    a table. en    stir, and dont look at me like t. ters t do not    you.    you o do is t;

        "Stop, Gray. I dont    to kno you old me is true or not true doesnt    me. I entirely dee to be mixed up in your life. Keep your s to yourself. t i me any more."

        "Alan, to i you. to i you. I am a I t o save me. I am forced t you into tter. I ion. Alan, you are stific. You kno cry and t kind. You s.    you    to do is to destroy t is upstairs-- to destroy it so t not a vestige of it . Nobody sao t t moment o be in Paris.    be missed for mont be no trace of    c belongs to o a    I may scatter in t;

        "You are mad, Dorian."

        "Aing for you to call me Dorian."

        "You are mad, I tell you--mad to imagi I o o make trous fession. I ter,    is. Do you to peril my reputation for you?    is it to me o?"

        "It ;

        "I am glad of t. But ? You, I s;

        "Do you still refuse to do t;

        "Of course I refuse. I o do . I dont care o see you disgraced, publicly disgraced. o mix myself up in t you kne peoples cers. Your friend Lord ton t aug psycever else augo stir a step to o to some of your friends. Dont e to me."

        "Alan, it    t e, t ;

        "Murder! Good God, Dorian, is t    is not my business. Besides,    my stirring in tter, you are certain to be arrested. Nobody ever its a crime    doing sometupid. But I ."

        "You must o do . ait,    a moment; listen to me. Only listen, Alan. All I ask of you is to perform a certain stific experiment. You go to als and dead- you do t affect you. If in some ing-room or fetid laboratory you found table ters scooped out in it for to flo. You    turn a    believe t you rary, you    you ing tifying intellectual curiosity, or somet kind.    I    you to do is merely o destroy a body must be far less    you are aced to . And, remember, it is t me. If it is discovered, I am lost; and it is sure to be discovered unless you ;

        "I o    t. I am simply indifferent to t o do ;

        "Alan, I e you. tion I am in. Just before you came I almost fainted error. You may knoerror yourself some day. No! dont t. Look at tter purely from tific point of vie inquire    inquire nooo muc is. But I beg of you to do t;

        "Dont speak about t;

        "times. tairs    go aing at table strete to my assistance, I am ruined.    you uand? t I ;

        "tely refuse to do anytter. It is insane of you to ask me."

        "You refuse?"

        "Yes."

        "I e you, Alan."

        "It is useless."

        ty came into Dorian Grays eyes. tretc ook a piece of paper, and e somet.    over t carefully, and pus across table.    up and    over to the window.

        Campbell looked at ook up t. As , ly pale and    as if    ing itself to deaty hollow.

        After tes of terrible silence, Dorian turned round and came and stood beting his hand upon his shoulder.

        "I am so sorry for you, Alan," ;but you leave me no alternative. I ter ten already.    is. You see t    send it. If you dont . You kno    yoing to    is impossible for you to refuse o spare you. You iit t. You ered me as no man o treat me--no living man, at any rate. I bore it all. No is for me to dictate terms."

        Campbell buried hrough him.

        "Yes, it is my turn to dictate terms, Alan. You knoe simple. e, dont o to be done. Face it, and do it."

        A groan broke from Campbells lips and ig of telpiece seemed to o be dividing time into separate atoms of agony, eacoo terrible to be borne.    as if an ir igened    olerable. It seemed to crush him.

        "e, Alan, you must decide at once."

        "I ot do it," er things.

        "You must. You    delay."

        ated a moment. "Is tairs?"

        "Yes, tos."

        "I so go    some tory."

        "No, Alan, you must not leave te out on a s of notepaper    and my servant ake a cab and bring to you."

        Campbell scrated to ant. Dorian took te up and read it carefully. t to , o return as soon as possible and t th him.

        As t, Campbell started nervously, and    up from t over to ty minutes, ig of t of a hammer.

        As true, Campbell turned round, and looking at Dorian Gray, sa ears. ty and refi of t sad face t seemed te ;You are infamous, absolutely infamous!" tered.

        "; said Dorian.

        "Your life? Good    a life t is! You ion to corruption, and noo do--o do-- it is not of your life t I am t;

        "A; murmured Dorian ;I y for me t I ; urned a at the garden. Campbell made no answer.

        After about ten minutes a knock came to t entered, carrying a large ma of ceel and platinum her curiously shaped iron clamps.

        "S; he asked Campbell.

        "Yes," said Dorian. "And I am afraid, Francis, t I    is t Ric;

        ";

        "Yes-- go doo Rice, see ell o send t, I dont    any    is a lovely day, Francis, and Ricty place-- ot bot it."

        "No trouble, sir. At ime s;

        Dorian looked at Campbell. " take, Alan?"    voice. to give raordinary ce.

        Campbell fro ;It ake about five ; he answered.

        "It ime enoug    seven, Francis. Or stay: just leave my t for dressing. You    o yourself. I am not dining at     you."

        "t; said the room.

        "No a moment to be lost.    is! Ill take it for you. Y t; ative manner. Campbell felt dominated by    together.

        op landing, Dorian took out tur in topped, and a troubled look came into ;I dont t; he murmured.

        "It is noto me. I dont require you," said Campbell coldly.

        Dorian rait leering in t. On t of it torn curtain    before ten, for t time in o al vas, and    to rush a shudder.

        loat gleamed,    and glistening, on one of ted blood?    o , t t retcable, tesque missted carpet s it    stirred, but ill t it.

        tle ed ermi    look even once upon tooping doaking up t rigure.

        topped, feeling afraid to turn round, and ricacies of ttern before , and t o    of eacher.

        "Leave me no; said a stern voice behind him.

        urned and , just scious t t bato t Campbell o a glistening yellohe lock.

        It er seven    absolutely calm. "I    you asked me to do," tered "And no us never see eac;

        "You    fet t," said Dorian simply.

        As soon as Campbell ,    upstairs. tric acid in t t ting at table was gone.
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