Chapter 18
Cer 18
t day leave t most of time in error of dying, and yet indifferent to life itself. ted, snared, tracked doe apestry did but tremble in t to ed resolutions and s. -stained glass, and o lay its .
But per of t and set t before ual life erribly logical in tion. It ion t set remorse to dog t of sin. It ion t made eacs miss t puniso trong, failure t upon t s or t-marks been found on ted it. Yes, it come back to kill o founder in some er sea. From any rate, know w know wh had saved him.
And yet if it errible it o t conscience could raise sucoms, and give t sort of life corners, to mock places, to t, to terror, and to o a all again. Eacail came back to of time, terrible and s, rose t six oclock, will break.
It till t ured to go out. ted air of t er morning t seemed to bring it merely tions of environment t ure ed against t to maim and mar tion of its calm. itle and finely s it is alrong passions must eit are great are destroyed by tude. Besides, im of a terror-stricken imagination, and looked back no a little of contempt.
After breakfast, o join ting-party. t lay like salt upon ted cup of blue metal. A t, reed-grown lake.
At t sigon, t cartridges out of , and old to take toh.
quot;, Geoffrey?quot; he asked.
quot;Not very good, Dorian. I t of to t ter after lunc to ne;
Dorian strolled along by ic air, ts t glimmered in ters ringing out from time to time, and t folloed ful freedom. ed by the h