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A er Dorian Gray ting in tory at Selby Royal, talking to tty Ducy, s. It ea-time, and t of t stood on table lit up te c somet Dorian o t Lady Narborougending to listen to tion of t Brazilian beetle t o ion. te smoking-suits o some of ty consisted of ted to arrive on t day.
quot; are you talking about?quot; said Lord rolling over to table and putting ;I old you about my plan for recening everyt is a delig;
quot;But I dont to be recened, ; rejoined t ;I am quite satisfied isfied ;
quot;My dear Gladys, I alter eit. I erday I cut an orcton- ted tive as tless moment I asked one of t it kind. It is a sad trut y of giving lovely names to tions. My one quarrel is is te vulgar realism in literature. to use one. It is t for.quot;
quot;t s; she asked.
quot;; said Dorian.
quot;I recognize ; exclaimed the duchess.
quot;I ,quot; laugo a c;From a label title.quot;
quot;Royalties may not abdicate,quot; fell as a ty lips.
quot;You ;
quot;Yes.
quot;I give truto-morro;
quot;I prefer takes of to-day,quot; she answered.
quot;You disarm me, Gladys,quot; che wilfulness of her mood.
quot;Of your s of your spear.quot;
quot;I never tilt against beauty,quot; h a wave of his hand.
quot;t is your error, y far too muc;
quot;? I admit t I t it is better to be beautiful to be good. But on to ackno it is better to be good to be ugly.quot;
quot;Ugliness is one of t; cried t; becomes of your simile about t;
quot;Ugliness is one of tues, Gladys. You, as a good tory, must not underrate tues s;
quot;You dont like your country, t; she asked.
quot;I live in it.quot;
quot;t you may censure it tter.quot;
quot;ould you ake t of Europe on it?quot; he inquired.
quot; do t;
quot;t tartuffe ed to England and opened a s;
quot;Is t yours, ;
quot;I give it to you.quot;
quot;I could not use it. It is too true.quot;
quot;You need not be afraid. Our countrymen never recognize a description.quot;
quot;tical.quot;
quot;tical. upidity by ;
quot;Still, ;
quot;Great t on us, Gladys.quot;
quot;e ;
quot;Only as far as tock Exc;
S;I believe in t; she cried.
quot;It represents t;
quot;It .quot;
quot;Decay fascinates me more.quot;
quot; of art?quot; she asked.
quot;It is a malady.quot;
quot;Love?quot;
quot;An illusion.quot;
quot;Religion?quot;
quot;titute for belief.quot;
quot;You are a sceptic.quot;
quot;Never! Scepticism is t;
quot; are you?quot;
quot;to define is to limit.quot;
quot;Give me a clue.quot;
quot;t;
quot;You be us talk of some one else.quot;
quot;Our is a deligopic. Years ago ened Prince C;
quot;A remind me of t,quot; cried Dorian Gray.
quot;Our is rat; ans;I believe Monmoutific principles as t specimen terfly.quot;
quot;ell, I stick pins into you, Duc; laughed Dorian.
quot;O already, Mr. Gray, w;
quot;And , Duc;
quot;For t trivial t ten minutes to nine and tell I must be dressed by eig;
quot;;
quot;I darent, Mr. Gray. s s for me. You remember t Lady ones garden-party? You dont, but it is nice of you to pretend t you do. ell, s of nots are made out of not;
quot;Like all good reputations, Gladys,quot; interrupted Lord ;Every effect t one produces gives one an enemy. to be popular one must be a mediocrity.quot;
quot;Not ; said t;and bear mediocrities. e as you men love all.quot;
quot;It seems to me t ; murmured Dorian.
quot;A; ansh mock sadness.
quot;My dear Gladys!quot; cried Lord ;? Romance lives by repetition, and repetition converts an appetite into an art. Besides, eacime t one loves is time one does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it. e can one great experience at best, and t of life is to reproduce t experience as often as possible.quot;
quot;Even er a pause.
quot;Especially ; answered Lord henry.
turned and looked at Dorian Gray ; do you say to t, Mr. Gray?quot; she inquired.
Dorian ated for a moment. t;I al;
quot;Even w;
quot;;
quot;And does ;
quot;I s ;
quot;And found it, Mr. Gray?quot;
quot;Often. too often.quot;
t;I am searc; s;and if I dont go and dress, I s;
quot;Let me get you some orc; cried Dorian, starting to and ory.
quot;You are flirting disgracefully ; said Lord o ;You ter take care. ing.quot;
quot;If , ttle.quot;
quot;Greek meets Greek, t;
quot;I am on trojans. t for a ;
quot;ted.quot;
quot;ture,quot; she answered.
quot;You gallop ;
quot;Pace gives life,quot; e.
quot;I se it in my diary to-nig;
quot;?quot;
quot;t a burnt c;
quot;I am not even singed. My ouc;
quot;You use t flig;
quot;Courage o is a ne;
quot;You ;
quot;;
;Lady Narboroug; ;Sly adores ;
quot;You fill me o antiquity is fatal to us s.quot;
quot;Romanticists! You ;
quot;Men ed us.quot;
quot;But not explained you.quot;
quot;Describe us as a sex,quot; was her challenge.
quot;Sp secrets.quot;
S ;; s;Let us go and yet told ;
quot;A suit your frock to ;
quot;t ure surrender.quot;
quot;Romantic art begins s climax.quot;
quot;I must keep an opportunity for retreat.quot;
quot;In t;
quot;ty in t. I could not do t.quot;
quot;omen are not alory came a stifled groan, folloarted up. tood motionless in o find Dorian Gray lying face doiled floor in a deathlike swoon.
once into ter a s time, o h a dazed expression.
quot; ; ;O; o tremble.
quot;My dear Dorian,quot; ansed. t ired yourself. You ter not come doo dinner. I ake your place.quot;
quot;No, I ; ruggling to . quot;I not be alone.quot;
to y in at table, but noerror ran t, pressed against tory, like a we ching him.