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    As ting at breakfast next morning, Basil o the room.

    quot;I am so glad I ; ;I called last nigold me you  t  I ragedy mig elegrap first. I read of it quite by ce edition of t I picked up at t once and  not finding you. I cant tell you -broken I am about t you must suffer. But  of folloon Road, isnt it? But I ruding upon a sorro I could not lig a state s be in! And oo!  did s it all?quot;

    quot;My dear Basil, ; murmured Dorian Gray, sipping some pale-yelloe, gold-beaded bubble of Venetian glass and looking dreadfully bored. quot;I  t Lady G time. e i sang divinely. Dont talk about s. If one doesnt talk about a t  is simply expression, as  gives reality to tion t s t  on tage. ell me about yourself and ing.quot;

    quot;You  to t; said rained touc;You  to talk to me of otti singing divinely, before t of a grave to sleep in? ore for t little we body of ;

    quot;Stop, Basil! I  !quot; cried Dorian, leaping to . quot;You must not tell me about t is done is done.  is past is past.quot;

    quot;You call yesterday t?quot;

    quot; ual lapse of time got to do ? It is only so get rid of an emotion. A man   to be at tions. I  to use to enjoy to dominate t;

    quot;Dorian, tely. You look exactly ter day, used to come doo my studio to sit for ure. But you ural, and affectionate t unspoiled creature in t knoy in you. It is all .quot;

    to t for a fes on t;I o deal to ;  last, quot;more to you. You only taugo be vain.quot;

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