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quot;take care, Basil. You go too far.quot;
quot;I must speak, and you must listen. You sen. Lady G a breatouc o live ories-- stories t you da of dreadful o t dens in London. Are true? Can true? about your country- is led t kno you. I tell you t I dont to preaco you. I remember every man eur curate for t al, and to break to preaco you. I you to lead suc you. I you to you to get rid of te s. Dont be so indifferent. You it be for good, not for evil. t you corrupt every one imate, and t it is quite sufficient for you to enter a o folloer. I dont kno. it is said of you. I am told t it seems impossible to doubt. Lord Gloucester est friends at Oxford. ter t ten to Mentone. Your name ed in t terrible confession I ever read. I told it I kne you , I so see your soul.quot;
quot;to see my soul!quot; muttered Dorian Gray, starting up from turning almost we from fear.
quot;Yes,quot; anso see your soul. But only God can do t.quot;
A bitter laug;You s yourself, to-nig; able. quot;Come: it is your o it? You can tell t it afterer for it. I knoter te about it so tediously. Come, I tell you. You tered enoug corruption. Noo face.quot;
ttered. amped upon t manner. a terrible joy at t t some one else o s, and t ted trait t o be burdened for t of he had done.
quot;Yes,quot; inued, coming closer to eadfastly into ern eyes, quot;I s you fancy only God can see.quot;
arted back. quot;t; ;You must not say t. t mean anyt;
quot;You t; he laughed again.
quot;I knoo you to-nig for your good. You kno;
quot;Dont touc you o say.quot;
A ted flas across ters face. , and a y came over er all, o tit raigo tood t tlike ashrobbing cores of flame.
quot;I am ing, Basil,quot; said the young man in a hard clear voice.
urned round. quot; I o say is t; ;You must give me some anso t are made against you. If you tell me t tely untrue from beginning to end, I s you see tell me t yo