Cer 11

    For years, Dorian Gray could not free  e to say t  to free .  edition, and  colours, so t t suit ure over imes, to  entirely lost control. tic and tific temperaments rangely blended, became to ype of o o contain tory of ten before .

    In one point unate tastic o kno someesque dread of mirrors, and polisal surfaces, and still er   cruel joy-- and perainly in every pleasure, cruelty s place--t o read tter part of ts really tragic, if some  dearly valued.

    For ty t ed Basil o leave  evil t ime to time strange rumours about  tter of t believe anyto  ted from talked grossly became silent y of  rebuked to recall to t tarnisain of an age t  once sordid and sensual.

    Often, on returning erious and prolonged absences t gave rise to sucrange conjecture among t t tairs to t never left and,  of trait t Basil ed of  t t laug rast used to quicken y, more and more interested in tion of e care, and sometimes rous and terrible delig seared times we ed ure, and smile. he failing limbs.

    ts, indeed, at nigely scented ctle ill-famed tavern near t o frequent,  upon y t  because it s suc curiosity about life irred in  togeto increase ification. to know.  grew more ravenous as hem.

    Yet  really reckless, at any rate in ions to society. Once or ter, and on eaced, o tiful  celebrated musicians of to cs . tle dinners, in ttling of ed, as for te taste sion of table, s subtle symps of exotic floique plate of gold and silver. Indeed, t true realization of a