wiping h a handkerchief.
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quot;Curse you!quot; ;dont call me t.quot;
S;Prince C you like to be called, aint it?quot; ser him.
to as sting of t as if in pursuit.
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ts, psycs tell us, es a nature t every fibre of to be instinct sucs lose to terrible end as automatons move. Caken from t lives at all, lives but to give rebellion its fascination and disobedience its c of reminding us, are sins of disobedience. , t morning star of evil, fell from he fell.
Callous, concentrated on evil, ained mind, and soul ened on, quickening ep as , but as ed aside into a dim arc en as a s cut to t ime to defend back against tal .
ruggled madly for life, and by a terrible effort raig , t man facing him.
quot; do you ?quot; he gasped.
quot;Keep quiet,quot; said t;If you stir, I s you.quot;
quot;You are mad. o you?quot;
quot;You ; ;and Sibyl Vane er. S. your door. I surn. For years I you. I race. t name so call you. I to-nigo-nigo die.quot;
Dorian Gray gre;I never kne;I never ;
quot;You ter confess your sin, for as sure as I am James Vane, you are going to die.quot; t. Dorian did not knoo say or do. quot;Do; gro;I give you one minute to make your peace--no more. I go on board to-nig do my job first. One minute. ts all.quot;
Dorians arms fell to error, knoo do. Suddenly a op,quot; ; since your sister died? Quick, tell me!quot;
quot;Eig; said t; do years matter?quot;
quot;Eig; laugoucriump;Eig me under t my face!quot;
James Vane ated for a moment, not understanding . the archway.
Dim and , yet it served to s seemed, into o kill ained purity of youttle more ty summers, all, ter ed so