tion, t of fatality t seems to dog tory tering steps of kings. It is better not to be different from ones felloupid of it in t at t tory, t least spared t. turbed, indifferent, and disquiet. t from alien , may be terribly.quot;
quot;Dorian Gray? Is t ; asked Lord udio towards Basil hallward.
quot;Yes, t is intend to tell it to you.quot;
quot;But ;
quot;O explain. ell to any one. It is like surrendering a part of to love secrecy. It seems to be t can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. t tful if one only . oell my people some seems to bring a great deal of romance into ones life. I suppose you t it?quot;
quot;Not at all,quot; ans at all, my dear Basil. You seem to forget t I am married, and t it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for boties. I never kno occasionally, ogeto tell eac absurd stories serious faces. My it--mucter, in fact, ts confused over es, and I al imes ;
quot;I e talk about your married life, ; said Basil rolling to led into t;I believe t you are really a very good t you are tues. You are an extraordinary fello;
quot;Being natural is simply a pose, and t irritating pose I kno; cried Lord out into toget t stood in tall laurel bus slipped over te daisies remulous.
After a pause, Lord c;I am afraid I must be going, Basil,quot; ;and before I go, I insist on your ansion I put to you some time ago.quot;
quot; is t?quot; said ter, keeping he ground.
quot;You knoe ;
quot;I do not, ;
quot;ell, I ell you is. I you to explain to me ure. I t;
quot;I told you t;
quot;No, you did not. You said it oo muc. No is c;
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Lord ;And ?quot; he asked.
quot;I ell you,quot; said an expression of perplexity came over his face.
quot;I am all expectation, Basil,q