quot;Someto carry, sir,quot; gasped ttle man wop landing. And he wiped his shiny forehead.

    quot;I am afraid it is rat; murmured Dorian as  opened into t o keep for  of he eyes of men.

    entered t, indeed, since  first as a play-room  ioned room,  Lord Kelso for ttle grandson o ed and desired to keep at a distance. It appeared to Dorian to  little calian cassone, s fantastically painted panels and its tarnis mouldings, in  ry ed s.  all! Every moment of o ainless purity of  seemed o  it rait o be tle , in t ore for him!

    But ter it. Beneats purple pall, ted on tial, sodden, and unclean.  did it matter? No one could see it.  see it. cion of

    ure groer all? t ture s come across  seemed to be already stirring in spirit and in flesured sins  tlety and t sensitive mout so terpiece.

    No; t ore for it. t s brig, ted body, t ern to ure o be concealed. t.

    quot;Bring it in, Mr. ; urning round. quot;I am sorry I kept you so long. I ;

    quot;Alo , Mr. Gray,quot; ansill gasping for breat; it, sir?quot;

    quot;O  to   lean it against t;

    quot;Mig t, sir?quot;

    Dorian started. quot;It  interest you, Mr. ;  ready to leap upon o to lift t concealed t of ;I s trouble you any more now. I am muc;

    quot;Not at all, not at all, Mr. Gray. Ever ready to do anyt; And Mr. ramped doairs, folloant, h a look of shy wonder in his rough uncomely face. he had never seen any one so marvellous.

    steps  t.  safe no his would ever see