vity. t irred  time, and no ty of tion flas o make h.

    As  of it, a sruck te fibre of ure quiver. o amet, and across t of tears.  as if a .

    quot;Dont you like it?quot; cried  last, stung a little by t understanding  meant.

    quot;Of course ,quot; said Lord ; like it? It is one of test t. I o ask for it. I must .quot;

    quot;It is not my property, ;

    quot;y is it?quot;

    quot;Dorians, of course,quot; anser.

    quot;;

    quot; is!quot; murmured Dorian Gray ill fixed upon rait. quot; is! I s ture  icular day of June. . . . If it  ure t o gro--for t--I  give! I !quot;

    quot;You ; cried Lord ;It ;

    quot;I s very strongly, ; said hallward.

    Dorian Gray turned and looked at ;I believe you  better to you t;

    ter stared in amazement. It o speak like t.  e angry. his face was flushed and his cheeks burning.

    quot;Yes,quot; inued, quot;I am less to you till I   ure aug. Lord ton is perfectly rig I am growing old, I s;

    urned pale and caug;Dorian! Dorian!quot; ;dont talk like t. I  jealous of material t;

    quot;I am jealous of everyty does not die. I am jealous of trait you ed of me.  keep  lose? Every moment t passes takes someto it. O ure could c I am no? It  tears o ore hough he was praying.

    quot;t; said ter bitterly.

    Lord ;It is t is all.quot;

    quot;It is not.quot;

    quot;If it is not, ?quot;

    quot;You s; tered.

    quot;I stayed w; was Lord henrys answer.

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