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    entered, be looked at eadfastly and ed for  a cigarette and o to it. ion of Victors face perfectly. It y. to be afraid of, t  it best to be on his guard.

    Speaking very sloell t ed to see o go to to send t seemed to  as t tion of t merely his own fancy?

    After a fes, in tens on led into the schoolroom.

    quot;t; s; is full of dust. I must get it arranged and put straigo it. It is not fit for you to see, sir. It is not, indeed.quot;

    quot;I dont  it put straig t;

    quot;ell, sir, youll be covered o it.   been opened for nearly five years--not since ;

    tion of eful memories of ;t does not matter,quot; ;I simply  to see t is all. Give me t;

    quot;And ; said tents of remulously uncertain ; off t. But you dont table ;

    quot;No, no,quot; ulantly. quot;t ;

    Ss, and ail of told o manage t best. S thed in smiles.

    As t t and looked round tin coverlet e seventeentury Venetian   near Bologna. Yes, t o  en as a pall for t o  ion of its oion of deatself-- somet o to ted image on ts beauty and eat as grace. t and make it s till live on. It would be always alive.

    ted t  told Basil true reason  Lord ill more poisonous influences t came from emperament. t

    noble and intellectual. It  t mere pion of beauty t is born of t dies   oo late no could al, denial, or forgetfulness could do t. But ture able. t errible outlet, dreams t heir evil real.

    ook up from t purple-and-gold texture t covered it, and,  in  seemed to  it ensified. Gold   ered. t y. Compared to tle account!  at o judgement. A look of pain came across ure. As o t as  entered.

    quot;t;

    t t be got rid of at once.  not be alloo knoaken to. t ful, treacting do ting-table e to Lord o send o read and reminding  to meet at eigeen t evening.

    quot;ait for an ans;  to ;and s;

    In tes ted frame-maker of Soutreet, came in  rougant. Mr. tle man,  empered by terate impecuniosity of most of tists  ed for people to come to  ion in favour of Dorian Gray. t Dorian t c o see him.

    quot; can I do for you, Mr. Gray?quot;  freckled ;I t I  got a beauty of a frame, sir. Picked it up at a sale. Old Florentine. Came from Fonted for a religious subject, Mr. Gray.quot;

    quot;I am so sorry you rouble of coming round, Mr. ainly drop in and look at t go in muc present for religious art--but to-day I only  a picture carried to top of t is rat I o lend me a couple of your men.quot;

    quot;No trouble at all, Mr. Gray. I am deligo be of any service to you. , sir?quot;

    quot;t; replied Dorian, moving t;Can you move it, covering and all, just as it is? I dont  it to get scratcairs.quot;

    quot;ty, sir,quot; said tant, to unure from t ;And, noo, Mr. Gray?quot;

    quot;I er go in front. I am afraid it is rig top of t staircase, as it is ;

    into t. te cer of ture extremely bulky, and noe of tests of Mr. rue tradesmans spirited dislike of seeing a gentleman doing anyt o it so as to hem.

    quot;Someto carry, sir,quot; gasped ttle man wop landing. And he wiped his shiny forehead.

    quot;I am afraid it is rat; murmured Dorian as  opened into t o keep for  of he eyes of men.

    entered t, indeed, since  first as a play-room  ioned room,  Lord Kelso for ttle grandson o ed and desired to keep at a distance. It appeared to Dorian to  little calian cassone, s fantastically painted panels and its tarnis mouldings, in  ry ed s.  all! Every moment of o ainless purity of  seemed o  it rait o be tle , in t ore for him!

    But ter it. Beneats purple pall, ted on tial, sodden, and unclean.  did it matter? No one could see it.  see it. cion of

    ure groer all? t ture s come across  seemed to be already stirring in spirit and in flesured sins  tlety and t sensitive mout so terpiece.

    No; t ore for it. t s brig, ted body, t ern to ure o be concealed. t.

    quot;Bring it in, Mr. ; urning round. quot;I am sorry I kept you so long. I ;

    quot;Alo , Mr. Gray,quot; ansill gasping for breat; it, sir?quot;

    quot;O  to   lean it against t;

    quot;Mig t, sir?quot;

    Dorian started. quot;It  interest you, Mr. ;  ready to leap upon o to lift t concealed t of ;I s trouble you any more now. I am muc;

    quot;Not at all, not at all, Mr. Gray. Ever ready to do anyt; And Mr. ramped doairs, folloant, h a look of shy wonder in his rough uncomely face. he had never seen any one so marvellous.

    steps  t.  safe no his would ever see his shame.

    On reac it  after five oclock and t tea  up. On a little table of dark perfumed ed  from Lady Radley, ty professional invalid er in Cairo, e from Lord  ly torn and tion of t. Jamess Gazette ea-tray. It  t Victor urned.  t of t to miss ture-- missed it already,  been set back, and a blank space   find airs and trying to force t er, or overion, or picked up a card hered flower or a shred of crumpled lace.

    some tea, opened Lord e. It o say t   migerest   t eigeen. . Jamess languidly, and looked t. A red pencil-mark on t  dretention to the following paragraph:

    INQUESt ON AN ACtRESS.--An inquest avern, on Road, by Mr. Danby, trict Coroner, on tress recently engaged at tre,  of deature urned. Considerable sympatly affected during t of Dr. Birrell, em examination of the deceased.

    earing t across t all tle annoyed  . And it ainly stupid of o  or mig. t.

    Per and o suspect somet,  matter?  o do o fear. Dorian Gray  killed her.

    Lord   ,  totle, pearl-coloured octagonal stand t o range Egyptian bees t o an arm-co turn over ter a fees  rangest book t  seemed to  in exquisite raiment, and to te sound of flutes, t o hings of which he had never dreamed were gradually revealed.

    It  a plot and er, being, indeed, simply a psycudy of a certain young Parisian o realize in teentury all t t belonged to every century except o sum up, as it y tions t men ue, as mucural rebellions t ill call sin. tyle in ten  curious jeyle, vivid and obscure at once, full of argot and of arcece parap cerizes t artists of tes. t metaprous as orcle in colour. terms of mystical p times asies of some mediaeval saint or t o cling about its pages and to trouble tences, tle monotony of t s elaborately repeated, produced in ter to cer, a form of reverie, a malady of dreaming, t made he falling day and creeping shadows.

    Cloudless, and pierced by one solitary star, a copper-green sky gleamed ts eness of t up, and going into t room, placed ttle Florentine table t alood at o dress for dinner.

    It  nine oclock before ting alone, in the morning-room, looking very much bored.

    quot;I am so sorry, ; ;but really it is entirely your fault. t book you sent me so fascinated me t I forgot ime ;

    quot;Yes, I t you ,quot; replied , rising from his chair.

    quot;I didnt say I liked it,  fascinated me. t difference.quot;

    quot;A?quot; murmured Lord o the dining-room.