to ion in favour of Dorian Gray. t Dorian t c o see him.
quot; can I do for you, Mr. Gray?quot; freckled ;I t I got a beauty of a frame, sir. Picked it up at a sale. Old Florentine. Came from Fonted for a religious subject, Mr. Gray.quot;
quot;I am so sorry you rouble of coming round, Mr. ainly drop in and look at t go in muc present for religious art--but to-day I only a picture carried to top of t is rat I o lend me a couple of your men.quot;
quot;No trouble at all, Mr. Gray. I am deligo be of any service to you. , sir?quot;
quot;t; replied Dorian, moving t;Can you move it, covering and all, just as it is? I dont it to get scratcairs.quot;
quot;ty, sir,quot; said tant, to unure from t ;And, noo, Mr. Gray?quot;
quot;I er go in front. I am afraid it is rig top of t staircase, as it is ;
into t. te cer of ture extremely bulky, and noe of tests of Mr. rue tradesmans spirited dislike of seeing a gentleman doing anyt o it so as to hem.
quot;Someto carry, sir,quot; gasped ttle man wop landing. And he wiped his shiny forehead.
quot;I am afraid it is rat; murmured Dorian as opened into t o keep for of he eyes of men.
entered t, indeed, since first as a play-room ioned room, Lord Kelso for ttle grandson o ed and desired to keep at a distance. It appeared to Dorian to little calian cassone, s fantastically painted panels and its tarnis mouldings, in ry ed s. all! Every moment of o ainless purity of seemed o it rait o be tle , in t ore for him!
But ter it. Beneats purple pall, ted on tial, sodden, and unclean. did it matter? No one could see it. see it. cion of
ure groer all? t ture s come across seemed to be already stirring in spirit and in flesured sins tlety and t sensitive mout so terpiece.
No; t ore for it. t s brig, ted body, t ern to ure o be concealed. t.
quot;Bring it in, Mr. ; urning round. quot;I am sorry I kept you so long. I ;
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