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    of t, Basil ly, as men do instinctively at nig fantastic saircase. A rising tle.

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    quot;Yes.quot;

    quot;I am delig;  ;You are titled to kno me. You o do ;; and, taking up t in. A cold current of air passed t s up for a moment in a flame of murky orange. ;S t; able.

    been lived in for years. A faded Flemisapestry, a curtained picture, an old Italian cassone, and an almost empty book-case--t  it seemed to contain, besides a cable. As Dorian Gray anding on tels t and t t here was a damp odour of mildew.

    quot;So you t it is only God ain back, and you ;

    t spoke ;You are mad, Dorian, or playing a part,quot; muttered hallward, frowning.

    quot;You ? t do it myself,quot; said tore tain from its rod and flung it on the ground.

    An exclamation of ers lips as  t s expression t filled  and loat  ! tever it  entirely spoiled t marvellous beauty. till some gold in t on t somet yet completely passed aic t. Yes, it   afraid. ed candle, and  to ture. In t-raced in long letters of bright vermilion.

    It ire. . Still, it o sluggisure!  did it mean?  altered? urned and looked at Dorian Gray congue seemed unable to articulate.  .

    t telsc strange expression t one sees on t artist is acting. t nor real joy. tator, riumpaken t of , and , or pretending to do so.

    quot; does t; cried  last. his own voice sounded shrill and cur