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For some reason or ot nig Je to ear remulous smile. ed to t of pompous y, top of as if o look for Miranda and by Caliban. Lord least ed on s o meet a man . c. t erribly oppressive, and t flamed like a monstrous daals of yelloaken off ts and coats and alked to eacre and sa. t. the bar.
" a place to find ones divinity in!" said Lord henry.
"Yes!" ans;It everytal gestures, bee quite different silently and co do. Sualizes t t;
"t!" exclaimed Lord s of through his lass.
"Dont pay any attention to ; said ter. "I uand be marvellous, and any girl be fine and o spiritualize ones age--t is someto t one, if se ty in people ears for sorro are not tion, ion of te rig t first, but I admit it no e."
"t; ans you and me. errifies me. But ra. It is quite dreadful, but it only lasts for about five miain rises, and you o o ;
A quarter of an er araordinary turmoil of applause, Sibyl Vaepped on to tage. Yes, sainly lovely to look at-- one of t creatures, Lord , t artled eyes. A faint bluso tic epped back a feremble. Basil o and began to applaud. Motionless, and as one in a dream, sat Dorian Gray, gazing at ;C;
ts ered io and ruck up a feors, Sibyl Vane moved like a creature from a fi e lily. o be made of cool ivory.
Yet sless. Sed on Romeo. to speak--
Good pilgrim, you d your oo much,
ion shis;
For saints pilgrims ouch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers kiss--
folloificial mae, but from t of vieo ely false. It took a made the passion unreal.
Dorian Gray greo o to be absolutely inpetent. ted.
Yet t t true test of any Juliet is t. ted for t. If shing in her.
S in t. t could not be denied. But taginess of ing ificial. S so say. tiful passage--
t t is on my face,
Else would a maiden blus my cheek
For t --
augo recite by some sed-rate professor of elocution. o those wonderful lines--
Althee,
I ract to-night:
It is too rasoo unadvised, too sudden;
too like tning, wo be
Ere one say, "It lig; S, good-night!
th
May prove a beauteous flo--
so nervousness. Indeed, so far from being nervous, sely self-tained. It . Se failure.
Even ted audience of t and gallery lost terest in t restless, and began to talk loudly and to anding at tamped and she girl herself.
orm of up from on . "Se beautiful, Dorian," ;but s act. Let us go."
"I am going to see t; anster voice. "I am a I e an evening, o you bot;
"My dear Dorian, I s; interrupted ;e ."
"I so me to be simply callous and cold. Sirely altered. Last nig artist. tress."
"Dont talk like t about any one you love, Dorian. Love is a more ."
"tation," remarked Lord ;But do let us go. Dorian, you must not stay is not good for ones morals to see bad ag. Besides, I dont suppose you your o act, so matter if s like a le about life as s ag, sful experieely not look sic! t of remaining young is o ion t is unbeing. e to ttes and drink to ty of Sibyl Vane. Siful. more you ?"
"Go a;I to be alone. Basil, you must go. A you see t my is breaking?" t tears came to rembled, and ruso t the wall, hiding his fa his hands.
"Let us go, Basil," said Le tenderness in together.
A fes afterligain rose on t. Dorian Gray back to . . terminable. out, tramping in s and laug aost empty ben doitter and some groans.
As soon as it anding triump e fire. t ed lips of their own.
ered, s e joy came over ;ed to-nig; she cried.
"; . " ;
t;Dorian," s er to tals of ;Dorian, you sood. But you uand no you?"
"Uand ; he asked, angrily.
"o-nig ;
;You are ill, I suppose. act. You make yourself ridiculous. My friends ;
S to listen to ransfigured asy of ed her.
"Dorian, Dorian," s;before I kneing y of my life. It re t I lived. I t t it rue. I rice ed o me to be godlike. ted ses s tiful love!-- and you freed my soul from prison. You taug reality really is. to-nig time in my life, I say pageant in ime, I became scious t ted, t t in t t to speak my ed to say. You me somet is but a refle. You and ever be. o do s of a play? o-nig uand everyt t I o be I could do not da all meant. te to me. I could take me aake me ae alone. I e tage. I mig I do not feel, but I imie t burns me like fire. Oand no signifies? Even if I could do it, it ion for me to play at being in love. You ."
urned aered.
S o tle fingers stroked doressed h him.
t to t;Yes," ;you o stir my imagination. No even stir my curiosity. You simply produo effect. I loved you because you , because you realized t poets and gave sao t. You all aion your name. You dont knoo me, once. bear to t! I le you kno mars your art! it your art, you are not. t are you ress ty face."
te, and trembled. Sogeto catc. "You are not serious, Dorian?" s;You are ag."
"Ag! I leave t to you. You do it so ; terly.
Seous expression of pain in o o ;Dont touc; he cried.
A lorampled flo;Dorian, Dorian, dont leave me!" s;I am so sorry I didnt act ime. But I ry--indeed, I ry. It came so suddenly ae, my love for you. I t if you kissed me-- if bear it. O go a mean it. . . . . But you, o you five me for to-nigry to improve. Dont be cruel to me, because I love you better ter all, it is only o I pleased you. But you are quite rigist. It . O leave me, dont leave me." A fit of passionate sobbing ciful eyes, looked do e disdain. t tions of people o o be absurdly melodramatic. ears and sobs annoyed him.
"I am going," last in ;I dont I t see you again. You ed me."
S silently, and made no ans crept le retd appeared to be seeking for urned on ts of tre.
to streets, past gaunt, black-ser er tering to trous apes. esque ceps, and s.
As t breaking, o t Garden. ted, and, flus fires, tself into a perfect pearl. s filled y street. ty seemed t o t and ce-smocked carter offered o accept any money for to eat tlessly. t midnigered into tes of striped tulips, and of yello of ables. Uico, s grey, sun-bleacered a troop led bareing for tion to be over. Ot-amped upon tones, srappings. Some of ted, t pig up seeds.
After a little ep, looking round at t square, s blank, close-stered s staring blinds. tened like silver against it. From some ce a t curled, a violet riband, the nacre-coloured air.
In t Veian lantern, spoil of some Doges barge, t , oak-panelled rance, ligill burning from ts: tals of flame te fire. ur and, and cape on table, passed toagonal ed for apestries t ored in a disused attic at Selby Royal. As urning trait Basil ed of arted back as if in surprise. t on into puzzled. After aken tton- of , o ate. Finally, over to ture, and exami. In ted lig struggled to o be a little e ou t ainly strange.
urned round and, o t da tastic so dusky ers, range expression t iced in trait seemed to lio be more intensified even. t sunligy round to a mirror after hing.
aking up from table an oval glass framed in ivory Cupids, one of Lord s to o its polis mean?
o ture, and exami again. to tual painting, a t tered. It a mere fancy of .
o a co t udio ture perfectly. tered a mad rait gro y migarnis ted image mig, and t keep all te bloom and loveliness of scious boy been fulfilled? Suc seemed monstrous even to t, ture before ou th.
Cruelty! , not artist, o . ted , a feeling of infinite regret came over of sobbing like a little c callousness c? o errible ted, uries of pain, aeon upon aeon of torture. , if ter suited to bear sorroions. t of tions. ook lovers, it o old , and Lord Sibyl Vane? So him now.
But ture? ? It of old ory. It augo love y. ould it teaco loat it again?
No; it t poms be. Suddenly t tiny scarlet speck t makes men mad. ture c o think so.
Yet it cs beautiful marred fad its cruel smile. Its brig. Its blue eyes met e pity, not for for ted image of ered already, and er more. Its gold o grey. Its red and ted, a stain s fairness. But sin. ture, co temptation. see Lord , at any rate, listen to tle poisonous t in Basil stirred o Sibyl Vane, make ry to love o do so. S o ion t surn. togetiful and pure.
up from in front of trait, s it. "; o o t. epped out on to to drive a eco ed o be telling t her.
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