summer, Basil, are apt to linger,quot; murmured Lord ;Perire sooner t is a sad to t t t genius lasts longer ty. t accounts for t t ake suco over-educate ourselves. In truggle for existence, to endures, and so s, in t is t is like a bric-a-brac sers and dust, s proper value. I tire first, all t your friend, and o you to be a little out of dra like one of colour, or sometterly reproac, and seriously t o you. t time ly cold and indifferent. It pity, for it er you. you old me is quite a romance, a romance of art one mig, and t of it leaves one so unromantic.quot;
quot; talk like t. As long as I live, ty of Dorian Gray e me. You cant feel en.quot;
quot;A is exactly rivial side of love: it is tragedies.quot; And Lord ruck a ligy silver case and began to smoke a cigarette isfied air, as if le of c it ful otions seemed to ing tured to amusement tedious lunc aying so long o s, o Lord Goodbody tion y for model lodging-ance of tues, for , and t over ty of labour. It o strike urned to ;My dear fello;
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quot;?quot; asked frown.
quot;Dont look so angry, Basil. It my aunt, Lady Agatold me so End, and t o state t sold me ion of good looks; at least, good ure. I at once pictured to myself a creature acles and lank ramping about on . I ;
quot;I am very glad you didnt, ;
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quot;I dont you to meet ;
quot;You dont me to meet ;
quot;No.quot;
quot;Mr. Dorian Gray is in tudio, sir,quot; said tler, coming into the garden.
quot;You must introduce me no; cried Lord henry, laughing.
ter turned to , . quot;Ask Mr. Gray to , Parker: I ss.quot; t up the walk.
t Lord ;Dorian Gray is my dearest friend,quot; ;iful nature. Your aunt e rig s spoil try to influence . Dont take ao my art ist depends on rust you.quot; of against his will.
quot; nonsense you talk!quot; said Lord aking led o the house.