a nature t every fibre of to be instinct  sucs lose to terrible end as automatons move. Caken from t lives at all, lives but to give rebellion its fascination and disobedience its c of reminding us, are sins of disobedience.  , t morning star of evil, fell from   he fell.

    Callous, concentrated on evil, ained mind, and soul ened on, quickening ep as , but as ed aside into a dim arc en as a s cut to t ime to defend  back against tal .

    ruggled madly for life, and by a terrible effort raig , t man facing him.

    quot; do you ?quot; he gasped.

    quot;Keep quiet,quot; said t;If you stir, I s you.quot;

    quot;You are mad.  o you?quot;

    quot;You ; ;and Sibyl Vane er. S.  your door. I surn. For years I  you. I race. t name so call you. I  to-nigo-nigo die.quot;

    Dorian Gray gre;I never kne;I never ;

    quot;You ter confess your sin, for as sure as I am James Vane, you are going to die.quot; t. Dorian did not knoo say or do. quot;Do; gro;I give you one minute to make your peace--no more. I go on board to-nig do my job first. One minute. ts all.quot;

    Dorians arms fell to error,  knoo do. Suddenly a op,quot; ; since your sister died? Quick, tell me!quot;

    quot;Eig; said t; do years matter?quot;

    quot;Eig; laugoucriump;Eig me under t my face!quot;

    James Vane ated for a moment, not understanding . the archway.

    Dim and , yet it served to s seemed, into o kill ained purity of youttle more ty summers,  all, ter ed so