ples as t specimen terfly.quot;

    quot;ell, I  stick pins into you, Duc; laughed Dorian.

    quot;O already, Mr. Gray, w;

    quot;And , Duc;

    quot;For t trivial t ten minutes to nine and tell  I must be dressed by  eig;

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    quot;I darent, Mr. Gray. s s for me. You remember t Lady ones garden-party? You dont, but it is nice of you to pretend t you do. ell, s of nots are made out of not;

    quot;Like all good reputations, Gladys,quot; interrupted Lord ;Every effect t one produces gives one an enemy. to be popular one must be a mediocrity.quot;

    quot;Not ; said t;and  bear mediocrities. e  as you men love  all.quot;

    quot;It seems to me t ; murmured Dorian.

    quot;A; ansh mock sadness.

    quot;My dear Gladys!quot; cried Lord ;? Romance lives by repetition, and repetition converts an appetite into an art. Besides, eacime t one loves is time one  does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it. e can  one great experience at best, and t of life is to reproduce t experience as often as possible.quot;

    quot;Even er a pause.

    quot;Especially ; answered Lord henry.

    turned and looked at Dorian Gray ; do you say to t, Mr. Gray?quot; she inquired.

    Dorian ated for a moment. t;I al;

    quot;Even w;

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    quot;And does ;

    quot;I s ;

    quot;And found it, Mr. Gray?quot;

    quot;Often. too often.quot;

    t;I am searc; s;and if I dont go and dress, I s;