ection. You and  can ever be.  o do s of a play? o-nig understand   everyt t I o be  I could do not da all meant. te to me. I  could take me aake me ae alone. I e tage. I mig I do not feel, but I cannot mimic one t burns me like fire. Oand no signifies? Even if I could do it, it ion for me to play at being in love. You .quot;

    urned aered.

    S o tle fingers stroked  down and pressed o hrough him.

    t to t;Yes,quot; ;you o stir my imagination. No even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you , because you realized t poets and gave sance to t. You  all aion your name. You dont knoo me, once.  bear to t! I le you can kno mars your art! it your art, you are not. t are you noe actress ty face.quot;

    te, and trembled. Sogeto catc. quot;You are not serious, Dorian?quot; s;You are acting.quot;

    quot;Acting! I leave t to you. You do it so ; terly.

    Seous expression of pain in o  o  ;Dont touc; he cried.

    A lorampled flo;Dorian, Dorian, dont leave me!quot; s;I am so sorry I didnt act ime. But I ry--indeed, I ry. It came so suddenly across me, my love for you. I t if you  kissed me-- if  bear it. O go a mean it. . . . . But you, o you forgive me for to-nigry to improve. Dont be cruel to me, because I love you better ter all, it is only once t I  pleased you. But you are quite rigist. It  . O leave me, dont leave me.quot; A fit of passionate sobbing ciful eyes, looked do e disdain. t tions of people o o be absurdly m