Lord o a large illness, except o look at ance. In ting beams t streamed t danced and of to brood over everything.
After about a quarter of an opped painting, looked for a long time at Dorian Gray, and time at ture, biting t;It is quite finis; last, and stooping doers on t-he canvas.
Lord ure. It ainly a , and a wonderful likeness as well.
quot;My dear felloulate you most ; ;It is t portrait of modern times. Mr. Gray, come over and look at yourself.quot;
tarted, as if awakened from some dream.
quot;Is it really finis; epping doform.
quot;Quite finis; said ter. quot;And you splendidly to-day. I am ao you.quot;
quot;t is entirely due to me,quot; broke in Lord ;Isnt it, Mr. Gray?quot;
Dorian made no ans passed listlessly in front of ure and turned to. o time. ood tionless and in o not catcy came on ion. it before. Basil s o o be merely tion of friendsened to t tten t influenced ure. tton range panegyric on youterrible s brevity. t irred time, and no ty of tion flas o make h.
As of it, a sruck te fibre of ure quiver. o amet, and across t of tears. as if a .
quot;Dont you like it?quot; cried last, stung a little by t understanding meant.
quot;Of course ,quot; said Lord ; like it? It is one of test t. I o ask for it. I must .quot;
quot;It is not my property, ;
quot;y is it?quot;
quot;Dorians, of course,quot; anser.
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quot; is!quot; murmured Dorian Gray ill fixed upon rait. quot; is! I s ture icular day of June. . . . If it ure t o gro--for t--I give! I !quot;
quot;You ; cried Lord ;It ;
quot;I s very strongly, ; said hallward.
Dorian Gray turned and looked at ;I believe you better to you t;
ter stared in amazement. It o speak like t. e angry. his face was flushed and his cheeks burning.
quot;Yes,quot; inued, quot;I am less to you till I ure aug. Lord ton is perfectly rig I am growing old, I s;