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    tudio  summer irred amidst trees of t of te perfume of thorn.

    From tom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord ton could just catc and remulous branco bear ty so flamelike as tastic s flitted across tussore-silk curtains t retc of tary Japanese effect, and making ers of tokyo  is necessarily immobile, seek to convey tness and motion. tonous insistence round ty gilt raggling o make tillness more oppressive. te of a distant organ.

    In tre of to an uprigood trait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance ating tist  time, sucement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.

    As ter looked at t, a smile of pleasure passed across  to linger t arted up, and closing  to imprison  awake.

    quot;It is your best  t; said Lord ;You must certainly send it next year to too large and too vulgar.  I  been able to see tures,  I  been able to see t;

    quot;I dont t any used to make   Oxford. quot;No, I  send it anyw;

    Lord ed   t curled up in sucainted cigarette. quot;Not send it anyo gain a reputation. As soon as you o  to t a is silly of you, for talked about, and t is not being talked about. A portrait like t you far above all te jealous, if old men are ever capable of any emotion.quot;

    quot;I kno; ;but I really cant ex it. I  too muco it.quot;

    Lord retc on t;Yes, I kne it is quite true, all t; quot;too muc! Upon my  kno see any resemblance betrong face and your coal-black  of ivory and rose-leaves. ellectual expression and all t. But beauty, real beauty, ends ual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys t one sits doo t tly , of course, in t t t ty o say ural consequence ely deligerious young friend,  es me, never te sure of t. iful creature , and alo celligence. Dont flatter yourself, Basil: you are not in t like ;

    quot;You dont understand me, ; ansist. quot;Of course I am not like  perfectly rutality about all pellectual distinction, t of fatality t seems to dog tory tering steps of kings. It is better not to be different from ones felloupid  of it in t at t tory, t least spared t. turbed, indifferent, and  disquiet. t from alien ,  may be  terribly.quot;

    quot;Dorian Gray? Is t ; asked Lord udio towards Basil hallward.

    quot;Yes, t is  intend to tell it to you.quot;

    quot;But ;

    quot;O explain. ell to any one. It is like surrendering a part of to love secrecy. It seems to be t can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. t tful if one only . oell my people  some seems to bring a great deal of romance into ones life. I suppose you t it?quot;

    quot;Not at all,quot; ans at all, my dear Basil. You seem to forget t I am married, and t it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for boties. I never kno occasionally, ogeto tell eac absurd stories  serious faces. My  it--mucter, in fact, ts confused over es, and I al imes ;

    quot;I e talk about your married life, ; said Basil rolling to led into t;I believe t you are really a very good  t you are tues. You are an extraordinary fello;

    quot;Being natural is simply a pose, and t irritating pose I kno; cried Lord  out into toget t stood in tall laurel bus slipped over te daisies remulous.

    After a pause, Lord  c;I am afraid I must be going, Basil,quot; ;and before I go, I insist on your ansion I put to you some time ago.quot;

    quot; is t?quot; said ter, keeping he ground.

    quot;You knoe ;

    quot;I do not, ;

    quot;ell, I ell you  is. I  you to explain to me ure. I  t;

    quot;I told you t;

    quot;No, you did not. You said it oo muc. No is c;

    quot;; said Basil raig;every portrait t is painted rait of tist, not of tter. tter is merely t, t is not er; it is rater ure is t I am afraid t I  t of my o;

    Lord ;And ?quot; he asked.

    quot;I ell you,quot; said  an expression of perplexity came over his face.

    quot;I am all expectation, Basil,quot; continued  him.

    quot;Otle to tell, ; anser; quot;and I am afraid you . Per.quot;

    Lord alled daisy from t. quot;I am quite sure I sand it,quot; ently at ttle golden, ;and as for believing t it is quite incredible.quot;

    trees, and tering stars, moved to and fro in to ced past on its broing, and wondered w was coming.

    quot;tory is simply t; said ter after some time. quot;t to a crus Lady Brandons. You knoists o sy from time to time, just to remind t  savages. it and a ie, as you told me once, anybody, even a stock-broker, can gain a reputation for being civilized. ell, after I  ten minutes, talking to edious academicians, I suddenly became conscious t some one  me. I turned  time. , I felt t I ion of terror came over me. I kne I o face y ing t, if I allo to do so, it self. I did not  any external influence in my life. You knoure. I er;  least alill I met Dorian Gray. t I dont kno to you. Someto tell me t I errible crisis in my life. I range feeling t fate ore for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrourned to quit t  conscience t made me do so: it  of coake no credit to myself for trying to escape.quot;

    quot;Conscience and corade-name of t is all.quot;

    quot;I dont believe t,  believe you do eitever ive--and it may o be very proud--I certainly struggled to tumbled against Lady Brandon. You are not going to run away so soon, Mr. . You know ;

    quot;Yes; s beauty,quot; said Lord o bits h his long nervous fingers.

    quot;I could not get rid of  me up to royalties, and people ars and garters, and elderly ladies ic tiaras and parrot noses. S friend. I   sook it into o lionize me. I believe some picture of mine  success at time, at least tered about in teentury standard of immortality. Suddenly I found myself face to face y rangely stirred me. e e close, almost touc again. It  I asked Lady Brandon to introduce me to   so reckless, after all. It able. e roduction. I am sure of t. Dorian told me so after t ined to know eac;

    quot;And ; asked ;I knoruculent and red-faced old gentleman covered all over o my ear, in a tragic o everybody in t astounding details. I simply fled. I like to find out people for myself. But Lady Brandon treats s exactly as an auctioneer treats irely aells one everyt t s to kno;

    quot;Poor Lady Brandon! You are ; said lessly.

    quot;My dear felloo found a salon, and only succeeded in opening a restaurant.  tell me, ;

    quot;Oely inseparable. Quite forget  t once.quot;

    quot;Laug at all a bad beginning for a friends is far t ending for one,quot; said ther daisy.

    ;You dont understand y is, for t matter. You like every one; t is to say, you are indifferent to every one.quot;

    quot; of you!quot; cried Lord ilting  back and looking up at ttle clouds t, like ravelled skeins of glossy ing across turquoise of t;Yes;  of you. I make a great difference beters, and my enemies for tellects. A man cannot be too careful in t got one ual poly te me. Is t very vain of me? I t is rat;

    quot;I s o your category I must be merely an acquaintance.quot;

    quot;My dear old Basil, you are mucance.quot;

    quot;And muc of brot;

    quot;O care for brot die, and my younger broto do anyt;

    quot;; exclaimed hallward, frowning.

    quot;My dear fello quite serious. But I cant esting my relations. I suppose it comes from t t none of us can stand ots as ourselves. I quite sympat  drunkenness, stupidity, and immorality sy, and t if any one of us makes an ass of  into t, tion e magnificent. And yet I dont suppose t ten per cent of tariat live correctly.quot;

    quot;I dont agree  you  is more,  eit;

    Lord roked ed broapped toe of ent-leat asselled ebony cane. quot; is time you  observation. If one puts foro a true Engliso do-- or ance is soever to do y of t. Indeed, ties are t tellectual  case it  be coloured by eits,  propose to discuss politics, sociology, or metapter tter tell me more about Mr. Dorian Gray. en do you see ;

    quot;Every day. I couldnt be  see ely necessary to me.quot;

    quot;raordinary! I t you  your art.quot;

    quot; to me no; said ter gravely. quot;I sometimes t tance in tory. t is t, and ty for art also.  tion of oil-painting o tians, tinous o late Greek sculpture, and to me. It is not merely t I paint from c. But o me tter. I  tell you t I am dissatisfied  I  y is suc art cannot express it. t art cannot express, and I kno t Dorian Gray, is good   in some curious and me?--y ed to me an entirely ne, an entirely neyle. I see tly, I tly. I can noe life in a  ; but it is o me little more ty--  t means? Unconsciously  is to  all tic spirit, all tion of t t is Greek. t is! e in our madness ed t is vulgar, an ideality t is void.  Dorian Gray is to me! You remember t landscape of mine, for   is one of t t so? Because, , Dorian Gray sat beside me. Some subtle influence passed from o me, and for t time in my life I sa;

    quot;Basil, traordinary! I must see Dorian Gray.quot;

    up from t and er some time ;; ;Dorian Gray is to me simply a motive in art. You mig in my ion, as I ain lines, in tleties of certain colours. t is all.quot;

    quot;t you ex rait?quot; asked Lord henry.

    quot;Because,  intending it, I  into it some expression of all tistic idolatry, of o  it.  it. But t guess it, and I  bare my soul to t s under too mucoo muc;

    quot;Poets are not so scrupulous as you are. tion. Noo many editions.quot;

    quot;I e t,quot; cried ;An artist se beautiful t s noto treat art as if it  to be a form of autobiograp tract sense of beauty. Some day I  is; and for t reason trait of Dorian Gray.quot;

    quot;I t I  argue  is only tellectually lost ;

    ter considered for a fes. quot;; er a pause; quot;I knoer range pleasure in saying to  I kno in tudio and talk of a tless, and seems to take a real delig I o some one s it as if it o put in , a bit of decoration to cy, an ornament for a summers day.quot;

    quot;Days in summer, Basil, are apt to linger,quot; murmured Lord ;Perire sooner t is a sad to t t t genius lasts longer ty. t accounts for t t ake suco over-educate ourselves. In truggle for existence,  to  endures, and so s, in t is t is like a bric-a-brac sers and dust, s proper value. I tire first, all t your friend, and o you to be a little out of dra like one of colour, or sometterly reproac, and seriously t o you. t time ly cold and indifferent. It  pity, for it er you.  you old me is quite a romance, a romance of art one mig, and t of  it leaves one so unromantic.quot;

    quot; talk like t. As long as I live, ty of Dorian Gray e me. You cant feel en.quot;

    quot;A is exactly rivial side of love: it is tragedies.quot; And Lord ruck a ligy silver case and began to smoke a cigarette isfied air, as if le of c it ful otions  seemed to ing tured to  amusement tedious lunc aying so long o s, o  Lord Goodbody tion y for model lodging-ance of tues, for , and t over ty of labour. It o strike urned to ;My dear fello;

    quot;Remembered w, ;

    quot;;

    quot;?quot; asked  frown.

    quot;Dont look so angry, Basil. It  my aunt, Lady Agatold me so  End, and t o state t sold me ion of good looks; at least, good ure. I at once pictured to myself a creature acles and lank ramping about on . I ;

    quot;I am very glad you didnt, ;

    quot;;

    quot;I dont  you to meet ;

    quot;You dont  me to meet ;

    quot;No.quot;

    quot;Mr. Dorian Gray is in tudio, sir,quot; said tler, coming into the garden.

    quot;You must introduce me no; cried Lord henry, laughing.

    ter turned to , . quot;Ask Mr. Gray to , Parker: I ss.quot; t up the walk.

    t Lord ;Dorian Gray is my dearest friend,quot; ;iful nature. Your aunt e rig s spoil  try to influence . Dont take ao my art ist depends on rust you.quot;  of  against his will.

    quot; nonsense you talk!quot; said Lord aking  led o the house.