Dorian,quot; said ;t you srait. Did you really see it?quot;
quot;I sa,quot; ;somet seemed to me very curious.quot;
quot;ell, you dont mind my looking at t;
Dorian s;You must not ask me t, Basil. I could not possibly let you stand in front of t picture.quot;
quot;You ;
quot;Never.quot;
quot;ell, per. And noo you. A kno cost me to tell you all t I old you.quot;
quot;My dear Basil,quot; said Dorian, quot; you felt t you admired me too muc is not even a compliment.quot;
quot;It intended as a compliment. It I , someto of me. Per ones ;
quot;It ing confession.quot;
quot; did you expect, Dorian? You didnt see anyture, did you? to see?quot;
quot;No; to see. you mustnt talk about ;
quot;You ; said ter sadly.
quot;O; cried ter. quot; is incredible and is improbable. Just t of life I o lead. But still I dont to rouble. I o you, Basil.quot;
quot;You to me again?quot;
quot;Impossible!quot;
quot;You spoil my life as an artist by refusing, Dorian. No man comes across t;
quot;I cant explain it to you, Basil, but I must never sit to you again. tal about a portrait. It s o as pleasant.quot;
quot;Pleasanter for you, I am afraid,quot; murmured fully. quot;And no let me look at ture once again. But t cant be e understand it.quot;
As to tle rue reason! And range it , instead of o reveal , by cing a secret from strange confession explained to ers absurd fits of jealousy, ion, ravagant panegyrics, icences-- ood t sorry. to o be sometragic in a friendship so coloured by romance.
oucrait must be all costs. run suc o o remain, even for an o which any of his friends had access.