t is too true.quot;
quot;You need not be afraid. Our countrymen never recognize a description.quot;
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quot;Great t on us, Gladys.quot;
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quot;Decay fascinates me more.quot;
quot; of art?quot; she asked.
quot;It is a malady.quot;
quot;Love?quot;
quot;An illusion.quot;
quot;Religion?quot;
quot;titute for belief.quot;
quot;You are a sceptic.quot;
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quot; are you?quot;
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quot;A remind me of t,quot; cried Dorian Gray.
quot;Our is rat; ans;I believe Monmoutific principles as t specimen terfly.quot;
quot;ell, I stick pins into you, Duc; laughed Dorian.
quot;O already, Mr. Gray, w;
quot;And , Duc;
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quot;It seems to me t ; murmured Dorian.
quot;A; ansh mock sadness.
quot;My dear Gladys!quot; cried Lord ;? Romance lives by repetition, and repetition converts an appetite into an art. Besides, eacime t one loves is time one does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it. e can one great exper