Chapter 2
in. t is quite perfect, and you can bring your drinks.quot;
tered doogetterflies fluttered past tree at to sing.
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quot;Yes, I am glad now. I wonder s;
quot;Al is a dreadful makes me s. omen are so fond of using it. trying to make it last for ever. It is a meaningless oo. t ts a little longer.quot;
As tered tudio, Dorian Gray put ;In t case, let our friends; epped up on tform and resumed his pose.
Lord o a large illness, except o look at ance. In ting beams t streamed t danced and of to brood over everything.
After about a quarter of an opped painting, looked for a long time at Dorian Gray, and time at ture, biting t;It is quite finis; last, and stooping doers on t-he canvas.
Lord ure. It ainly a , and a wonderful likeness as well.
quot;My dear felloulate you most ; ;It is t portrait of modern times. Mr. Gray, come over and look at yourself.quot;
tarted, as if awakened from some dream.
quot;Is it really finis; epping doform.
quot;Quite finis; said ter. quot;And you splendidly to-day. I am ao you.quot;
quot;t is entirely due to me,quot; broke in Lord ;Isnt it, Mr. Gray?quot;
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