, 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.