Cer 16

        A cold rain began to fall, and treet-lamps looked gly in t. t closing, and dim men and ering in broken groups round ter. In others, drunkards brawled and screamed.

        Lying ba t pulled over cless eyes t city, and o    Lord o    day t, "to cure t; Yes, t . en tried it, and ry it again noroyed by t were new.

        time to time a retc. treets more narro o drive back eam rose from t splas.

        "to cure t; ainly, o deat true t t? I blood    could atone for t? A to; but tfulness ill, and ermiet, to stamp t, to crus as one o be endured.

        On and on plodded t seemed to    eacep.    up trap and called to to drive faster. to gna    burned and e cogetruck at tick. t.

        terminable, and treets like tony became unbearable, and as t t afraid.

        ter range, bottle-songues of fire. A dog barked as t by, and far aumbled in a rut, to a gallop.

        After some time t ttled again over rougreets. Most of t noastic sted against some lamplit blind. arioes and made gestures like live ted t. As turned a er, a    ter t a    at th his whip.

        It is said t passion makes oaiion tten lips of Dorian Gray sle    dealt ill    ellectual approval, passions t    sucification ill ed emper. From cell to cell of    t; and to live, most terrible of all mans appetites, quied into force eacrembling nerve and fibre. Ugli eful to    made to    very reason. Ugliness y. tcast, euality of impression, t, t fulness. In three days he would be free.

        Suddenly t top of a dark lane. Over tacks of ts of se mist g like gly sails to the yards.

        "Some?" rap.

        Dorian started and peered round. "t;    out ily and given tra fare ion of tern gleamed at tern of some man. t sered in teamer t    looked like a    matosh.

        o, glang baoo see if    seven es     factories. In one of top-ood a lamp. opped and gave a peculiar knock.

        After a little time eps in tly, and    in    saying a o t miss flatteself into t tattered green curtain t s.    aside aered a long loorted in t faced tors of ribbed tin backed t. t, trampled o mud, and staile cove, playing ers aeettered. In one er, able, and by taed bar t ran across one plete side stood t. " red ants on ; laug error and began to whimper.

        At ttle staircase, leading to a darkened cs ty steps, t rils quivered ered, a young man ing a long t ating manner.

        "You ; muttered Dorian.

        "; lessly. "None of to me no;

        "I t you    England."

        "Darlington is not going to do anyt last. Gee doesnt speak to me eit care," ;As long as one uff, one doesnt    friends. I too many friends."

        Dorian    tesque t lay in sucastic postures on ttresses. ted limbs, taring lustreless eyes, fasated    strange    dull eac of some er off t. Memory, like a ing ime to time o see t        stay. ton troubled ed to be o escape from himself.

        "I am going on to t; er a pause.

        "On t;

        "Yes."

        "t mad-cat is sure to be t ;

        Dorian s;I am sick of ing. Besides, tuff is better."

        "Muc;

        "I like it better. e and o drink. I must ;

        "I dont    anyt; murmured the young man.

        "Never mind."

        Adrian Sion rose up o te, in a ragged turban and a ser, grinned a ing as    a bottle of brandy and tumblers in front of to cter. Dorian turned o Adrian Sion.

        A crooked smile, like a Malay crease, ;e are very proud to-nig; she sneered.

        "Fods sake dont talk to me," cried Dorian, stamping    on t; do you ? Money?    is. Dont ever talk to me again."

        t aossed er ched her enviously.

        "Its no use," sigon. "I dont care to go back.    does it matter? I am quite ;

        "You e to me if you    anyt you?" said Dorian, after a pause.

        "Per;

        "Good nig;

        "Good nig; anseps and wiping h a handkerchief.

        Dorian o tain aside, a ed lips of taken ;t; she hiccoughed, in a hoarse voice.

        "Curse you!" ;dont call me t."

        S;Prince C you like to be called, aint it?" ser him.

        to    as sting of t as if in pursuit.

        Dorian Gray ing ely moved    young life o be laid at o .    , after all,    matter to oo brief to take t. ty en for a single fault. One o pay over and ain, indeed. In iny never closed s.

        ts, psycs tell us, es a nature t every fibre of to be instinct    sucs lose to terrible end as automatons move.    from t lives at all, lives but to give rebellion its fasation and disobedies c of reminding us, are sins of disobedience.    , t m star of evil, fell from     he fell.

        Callous, trated on evil, ained mind, and soul ened on, quiing ep as , but as ed aside into a dim ar as a s cut to t ime to defend    back against tal .

        ruggled madly for life, and by a terrible eff , t man fag him.

        " do you ?" he gasped.

        "Keep quiet," said t;If you stir, I s you."

        "You are mad.    o you?"

        "You ; ;and Sibyl Vane er. S.    your door. I surn. For years I    you. I race. t name so call you. I    to-nigo-nigo die."

        Dorian Gray gre;I never kne;I never ;

        "You ter fess your sin, for as sure as I am James Vane, yoing to die." t. Dorian did not knoo say or do. "Do; gro;I give you one mio make your peao more. I go on board to-nig do my job first. One mis all."

        Dorians arms fell to error,    knoo do. Suddenly a op," ; since your sister died? Quick, tell me!"

        "Eig; said t; do years matter?"

        "Eig; laugoucriump;Eig me u my face!"

        James Vaed for a moment, not uanding . the archway.

        Dim and , yet it served to s seemed, into o kill ained purity of youttle more ty summers,    all, ter ed so many years ago. It    t troyed her life.

        ;My God! my God!" ;and I would ;

        Dorian Gray dre;You ting a terrible crime, my man,"    ernly. "Let to you not to take vengeao your own ;

        "Five me, sir," muttered James Vane. "I    me on track."

        "You ter go    t pistol a into trouble," said Dorian, turning o.

        James Vaood on t in rembling from o foot. After a little o t and came close to ealtsteps.    a art. It    the bar.

        " you kill ; s, putting e close to ;I knew you were following    from Dalys. You fool! You ss of money, and ;

        " t; ;and I    no mans money. I    a mans life. t must be nearly forty notle more t got ;

        tter laug;Little more t; s;s nigeen years since Prince C I am."

        "You lie!" cried James Vane.

        So ;Befod I am telling trut; she cried.

        "Befod?"

        "Strike me dumb if it aint so.    o es o tty face. Its nigeen years since I met    c; sh a sickly leer.

        "You s;

        "I s," came in    mout;But dont give me ao ; s;I am afraid of    me s lodging."

        o treet, but Dorian Gray he woman had vanished also.
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