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Chapter 12

        Cer 12

        It y-eigen remembered afterwards.

        eleven oclock from Lord     treet, a man passed ,    aurned up.    , came over ion and    on quickly in tion of his own house.

        But    stopping on t and ter s, his hand was on his arm.

        "Dorian!    araordinary piece of luck! I ing for you in your library ever sinine oclock. Finally I took pity on your tired servant and told o go to bed, as    me out. I am off to Paris by t train, and I particularly ed to see you before I left. I t it , as you passed me. But I    quite sure. Didnt ynize me?"

        "In t even reize Grosvenor Square. I believe my     I dont feel at all certain about it. I am sorry yoing a I suppose you ;

        "No: I am going to be out of England for six moo take a studio in Paris and s myself up till I    picture I     about myself I ed to talk.    your door. Let me e in for a moment. I o say to you."

        "I s    you miss your train?" said Dorian Gray languidly as eps and opech-key.

        t struggled out t c;I ime," ;trai go till teen, and it is only just eleven. In fact, I o to look for you, o Victoria in ty minutes."

        Dorian looked at ; a o travel! A Gladstone bag and an ulster! e in, or t into t talk about anyt least not;

        ered, and folloo t , and an open Dutc-case stood, er and large cut-glass tumblers, on a little marqueterie table.

        "You see your servant made me quite at ed, including your best gold-tipped cigarettes.    able creature. I like ter to    ;

        Dorian s;I believe ablis seems silly of t it? But--do you kno all a bad servant. I never liked    I o plain about. Oen imagi are quite absurd. ed to me and seemed quite sorry ake zer myself. to be some in t room."

        "t ; said ter, taking    off and t ;And no to speak to you seriously. Dont fro. You make it so mue."

        " is it all about?" cried Dorian in ulant    about myself. I am tired of myself to-nigo be somebody else."

        "It is about yourself," ans say it to you. I s;

        Dorian sig a cigarette. "; he murmured.

        "It is not muco ask of you, Dorian, and it is entirely for your o I am speaking. I t rig you s t dreadful t you in London."

        "I dont    t ot sdals about myself dont i me. t got ty."

        "t i you, Dorian. Every gentleman is ied in     people to talk of you as sometion, and your    kind of t position and    everyt believe t all. At least, I t believe t es itself across a mans face. It ot be cealed. People talk sometimes of secret vices. tc sself in t mention    you ko rait done. I     time, travagant price. I refused    I ed. I kno I e rig I fancied about    you, Dorian, , i face, and your marvellous untroubled yout believe anyt you. A I see you very seldom, and you never e doo tudio no knoo say. , Dorian, t a man like ter it?    t so malemen in London o your e you to to be a friend of Lord Staveley. I met    dinner last ion, in e ures you    to tion at taveley curled    you mig artistic tastes, but t you    I    o you cted suicide. You on, arnis about Adrian Sion and    about Lord Kents only son and    erday in St. Jamess Street.    about t sort of life    noleman e ;

        "Stop, Basil. You are talking about t; said Dorian Gray, biting e of infinite pt in ;You ask me . It is because I kno    because    mi on and youeacs silly son takes reets,    to me? If Adrian Sioer in England. tables, and ters in order to try and pretend t t society and on intimate terms ry, it is enougo in and brains for every on too     sort of lives do t t ive land of te."

        "Dorian," cried ;t is not tion. England is bad enougy is all    is t you to be fine. You    been fine. Oo judge of a man by t o lose all sense of y. You o t you    smile, as you are smiling no reason, if for    ers name a by-;

        "take care, Basil. You go too far."

        "I must speak, and you must listen. You sen.    Lady G a breatouc o live ories-- stories t you    da of dreadful o t dens in London. Are true?    true?     about your try- is led t kno you. I    tell you t I dont    to preaco you. I remember    every man eur curate for t al, and to break    to preaco you. I    you to lead suc you. I    you to    you to get rid of te    s. Dont be so indifferent. You    it be food, not for evil. t you corrupt every one imate, and t it is quite suffit for you to enter a o folloer. I dont kno.    it is said of you. I am told t it seems impossible to doubt. Lloucester est friends at Oxford. ter t ten to    Mentone. Your name ed in t terrible fession I ever read. I told    it    I kne you , I so see your soul."

        "to see my soul!" muttered Dorian Gray, starting up from turning almost we from fear.

        "Yes," anso see your soul. But only God    do t."

        A bitter laug;You s yourself, to-nig; able. "e: it is your o it? You    tell t it afterer for it. I ke about it so tediously. e, I tell you. You tered enoug corruption. Noo face."

        ttered. amped    upon t manner.    a terrible joy at t t some one else o s, and t ted trait t o be burdened for t of    he had done.

        "Yes," inued, ing closer to eadfastly into ern eyes, "I s you fanly God    see."

        arted back. "t; ;You must not say t. t mean anyt;

        "You t; he laughed again.

        "I knoo you to-nig for yood. You kno;

        "Dont touc you o say."

        A ted flas across ters face. , and a y came over er all, o tit     raigo tood t tlike ashrobbing cores of flame.

        "I am ing, Basil," said the young man in a hard clear voice.

        urned round. " I o say is t; ;You must give me some anso t are made against you. If you tell me t tely untrue from beginning to end, I s you see    tell me t you are bad, and corrupt, and s;

        Dorian Gray smiled. tempt in ;e upstairs, Basil," ly. "I keep a diary of my life from day to day, and it never leaves t is ten. I s to you if you e ;

        "I s. I see I rain. t makes no matter. I    go to-morro dont ask me to read anyto-nig is a plain anso my question."

        "t so you upstairs. I could not give it    o read long."
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