tiful s by a reacc to solitude and tyranny of an old and loveless man. Yes; it eresting background. It posed t, as it existed, tragic. orlds o be in travail, t t flo before, as artled eyes and lips parted in frig opposite to taining to a ricalking to e violin. o every toucerribly entivity . to project ones soul into some gracious form, and let it tarry t; to ellectual vieo convey ones temperament into anot le fluid or a strange perfume: t--per satisfying joy left to us in an age so limited and vulgar as our os pleasures, and grossly common in its aims.... ype, too, t in Basils studio, or could be faso a marvellous type, at any rate. Grace y of boyy suc for us. t one could not do itan or a toy. a pity it sucy ined to fade! . . . And Basil? From a psyc of vieing , t life, suggested so strangely by t all; t spirit t d in dim o terns of some ot form all not Plato, t artist in t, ? as it not Buonarotti -sequence? But in our oury it range. . . . Yes; ry to be to Dorian Gray kno, to ter . o dominate ing in th.
Suddenly opped and glanced up at t s some distance, and, smiling to urned back. ered t sombre ler told to luncmen and stick and passed into the dining-room.
quot;Late as usual, ; cried , s him.
ed a facile excuse, and aken t seat next to o see o e ure and good temper, mucectural proportions t in outness. Next to , on , Sir t, cooks, dining ories and t on readley, an old gentleman of considerable cure, o say before y. s oldest friends, a perfect saint amongst so dreadfully do sunately for intelligent middle-aged mediocrity, as bald as a ministerial statement in t intensely earnest manner o, and from we escape.
quot;e are talking about poor Dartmoor, Lord ; cried tly to able. quot;Do you ting young person?quot;
quot;I believe so propose to ;
quot;; exclaimed Lady Agat;Really, some one serfere.quot;
quot;I am told, on excellent auty, t ore,quot; said Sir thomas Burdon, looking supercilious.
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