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        tudio    summer irred amidst trees of t of te perfume of thorn.

        From tom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord ton could just catd remulous branco bear ty so flamelike as tastic s flitted across tussore-silk curtains t retc of tary Japanese effect, and making ers of tokyo    is necessarily immobile, seek to vey tness and motion. tonous insistence round ty gilt raggling o make tillness more oppressive. te of a distant an.

        In tre of to an uprigood trait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distaing tist    time, sut and gave rise to so many strange jectures.

        As ter looked at t, a smile of pleasure passed across    to li arted up, and closing    to imprison    awake.

        "It is your best    t; said Lord ;You must certainly send it    year to toe and too vulgar.    I    been able to see tures,    I    been able to see t;

        "I dont t any used to make     Oxford. "No, I    send it anyw;

        Lord ed     t curled up in suted cigarette. "Not send it anyo gain a reputation. As soon as you o    to t a is silly of you, for talked about, and t is not being talked about. A portrait like t you far above all te jealous, if old men are ever capable of aion."

        "I kno; ;but I really t ex it. I    too muco it."

        Lord ret t;Yes, I k is quite true, all t; "too muc! Upon my    kno see any resemblarong fad your coal-black    of ivory and rose-leaves. ellectual expression and all t. But beauty, real beauty, ends ual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, aroys t os doo t tly , of course, in t t t ty o say ural sequence ely deligerious young friend,    es me, e sure of t. iful creature , and alo celligence. Dont flatter yourself, Basil: you are not in t like ;

        "You dont uand me, ; ansist. "Of course I am not like    perfectly rutality about all pellectual distin, t of fatality t seems to dog tory tering steps of kings. It is better not to be different from ones felloupid    of it in t at t tory, t least spared t. turbed, indifferent, and    disquiet. t from alien ,    may be    terribly."

        "Dorian Gray? Is t ; asked Lord udio towards Basil hallward.

        "Yes, t is    io tell it to you."

        "But ;

        "O explaio any o is like surrendering a part of to love secrecy. It seems to be t    make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. t tful if one only . oell my people    some seems t a great deal of romao ones life. I suppose you t it?"

        "Not at all," ans at all, my dear Basil. You seem tet t I am married, and t it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for boties. I never kno occasionally, ogeto tell eac absurd stories    serious faces. My    it--mucter, in fact, ts fused over es, and I al imes ;

        "I e talk about your married life, ; said Basil rolling to led into t;I believe t you are really a very good    t you are tues. You are araordinary fello;

        "Being natural is simply a pose, and t irritating pose I kno; cried Lord    out into toget t stood in tall laurel bus slipped over te daisies remulous.

        After a pause, Lord    c;I am afraid I must be going, Basil," ;and before I go, I insist on your ansion I put to you some time ago."

        " is t?" said ter, keeping he ground.

        "You knoe ;

        "I do not, ;

        "ell, I ell you    is. I    you to explain to me ure. I    t;

        "I told you t;

        "No, you did not. You said it oo muo is c;

        "; said Basil raig;every portrait t is painted rait of tist, not of tter. tter is merely t, t is not er; it is rater ure is t I am afraid t I    t of my o;

        Lord ;And ?" he asked.

        "I ell you," said    an expression of perplexity came over his face.

        "I am all expectation, Basil," tinued    him.

        "Otle to tell, ; anser; "and I am afraid you . Per."

        Lord alled daisy from t. "I am quite sure I sand it," ently at ttle golden, ;and as for believing t it is quite incredible."

        trees, and tering stars, moved to and fro in to ced past on its broing, and wondered w was ing.

        "tory is simply t; said ter after some time. "t to a crus Lady Brandons. You knoists o sy from time to time, just to remind t    savages. it and a ie, as you told me once, anybody, even a stock-broker,    gain a reputation for being civilized. ell, after I    ten mialking to edious academis, I suddenly became scious t some one    me. I turime. , I felt t I ion of terror came over me. I kne I o face y ing t, if I allo to do so, it self. I did not    aernal influen my life. You knoure. I er;    least alill I met Dorian Gray. t I dont kno to you. Someto tell me t I errible crisis in my life. I range feeling t fate ore for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrouro quit t    sce t made me do so: it    of coake no credit to myself f to escape."

        "sd corade-name of t is all."

        "I dont believe t,    believe you do eitever ive--and it may o be very proud--I certainly struggled to tumbled against Lady Brandon. You are not going to run away so soon, Mr. . You know ;

        "Yes; s beauty," said Lord o bits h his long nervous fingers.

        "I could not get rid of    me up to royalties, and people ars and garters, and elderly ladies ic tiaras and parrot noses. S friend. I     sook it into o lionize me. I believe some picture of mine    success at time, at least tered about iury standard of immortality. Suddenly I found myself face to face y rangely stirred me. e e close, almost touc again. It    I asked Lady Brandon to introduce me to     so reckless, after all. It able. e rodu. I am sure of t. Dorian told me so after t io know eac;

        "And ; asked ;I knorut and red-faced old gentleman covered all over o my ear, in a tragic o everybody in t astoundiails. I simply fled. I like to find out people for myself. But Lady Brandos s exactly as an aueer treats irely aells one everyt t s to kno;

        "Poor Lady Brandon! You are ; said lessly.

        "My dear felloo found a salon, and only succeeded in opening a restaurant.    tell me, ;

        "Oely inseparable. Quite fet    t once."

        "Laug at all a bad beginning for a friends is far t ending for one," said ther daisy.

        ;You dont uand y is, for t matter. You like every o is to say, you are indifferent to every one."

        " of you!" cried Lord ilting    bad looking up at ttle clouds t, like ravelled skeins of glossy ing across turquoise of t;Yes;    of you. I make a great differeers, and my enemies for tellects. A man ot be too careful in t got one ual poly te me. Is t very vain of me? I t is rat;

        "I s o your category I must be merely an acquaintance."

        "My dear old Basil, you are muce."

        "And muc of brot;

        "O care for brot die, and my younger broto do anyt;

        "; exclaimed hallward, frowning.

        "My dear fello quite serious. But I t esting my relations. I suppose it es from t t none of us    stand ots as ourselves. I quite sympat    drunkenness, stupidity, and immorality sy, and t if any one of us makes an ass of    into t, tion e magnifit. A I dont suppose t ten per t of tariat live correctly."

        "I dont agree    you    is more,    eit;

        Lord roked ed broapped toe of e asselled ebony e. " is time you    observation. If os foro a true Engliso do-- or ance is soever to do y of t. Iies are t tellectual    case it    be coloured by eits,    propose to discuss politics, sociology, or metapter tter tell me more about Mr. Dorian Gray. en do you see ;

        "Every day. I couldnt be    see ely necessary to me."

        "raordinary! I t you    your art."

        " to me no; said ter gravely. "I sometimes t tan tory. t is t, and ty for art also.    tion of oil-painting o tians, tinous o late Greek sculpture, and to me. It is not merely t I paint from c. But o me tter. I    tell you t I am dissatisfied    I    y is suc art ot express it. t art ot express, and I kno t Dorian Gray, is good     in some curious and me?--y ed to me airely ne, airely neyle. I see tly, I tly. I oe life in a    ; but it is o me little more ty--    t means? Unsciously    is to    all tic spirit, all tion of t t is Greek. t is! e in our madness ed t is vulgar, ay t is void.    Dorian Gray is to me! You remember t landscape of mine, for     is one of t t so? Because, , Dorian Gray sat beside me. Some subtle influence passed from o me, and for t time in my life I sa;

        "Basil, traordinary! I must see Dorian Gray."

        up from t and er some time ;; ;Dorian Gray is to me simply a motive in art. You mig in my ion, as I ain lines, iies of certain colours. t is all."

        "t you ex rait?" asked Lord henry.

        "Because,    intending it, I    into it some expression of all tistic idolatry, of o    it.    it. But t guess it, and I    bare my soul to t s uoo muuc;

        "Poets are not so scrupulous as you are. tion. Noo maions."

        "I e t," cried ;An artist se beautiful t s noto treat art as if it    to be a form of autobiograp tract sense of beauty. Some day I    is; and for t reason trait of Dorian Gray."

        "I t I    argue    is only tellectually lost ;

        ter sidered for a fes. "; er a pause; "I kne pleasure in saying to    I kno in tudio and talk of a tless, and seems to take a real delig I o some one s it as if it o put in , a bit of decoration to cy, an or for a summers day."

        "Days in summer, Basil, are apt to linger," murmured Lord ;Perire soo is a sad to t t t genius lasts loy. t ats for t t ake suco over-educate ourselves. In truggle for existeo    endures, and so s, in t is t is like a bric-a-brac sers and dust, s proper value. I tire first, all t your friend, and o you to be a little out of dra like one of colour, or sometterly reproad seriously t o you. t time ly cold and indifferent. It    pity, for it er you.    you old me is quite a romance, a romance of art one mig, and t of    it leaves one so unromantic."

        " talk like t. As long as I live, ty of Dorian Gray e me. You t feel en."

        "A is exactly rivial side of love: it is tragedies." And Lord ruck a ligy silver case and began to smoke a cigarette isfied air, as if le of c it ful otions    seemed to ing tured to    amusement tedious lunc aying so long o s, o    Loodbody tion y for model lodging-ance of tues, for , and t over ty of labour. It o strike uro ;My dear fello;

        "Remembered w, ;

        ";

        "?" asked    frown.

        "Dont look so angry, Basil. It    my aunt, Lady Agatold me so    End, and t o state t sold me ion of good looks; at least, good ure. I at once pictured to myself a creature acles and lank ramping about on . I ;

        "I am very glad you didnt, ;

        ";

        "I dont    you to meet ;

        "You dont    me to meet ;

        "No."

        "Mr. Dorian Gray is in tudio, sir," said tler, ing into the garden.

        "You must introduce me no; cried Lord henry, laughing.

        ter turo , . "Ask Mr. Gray to , Parker: I ss." t up the walk.

        t Lord ;Dorian Gray is my dearest friend," ;iful nature. Your aunt e rig s spoil    try to influence . Dont take ao my art ist depends on rust you."    of    against his will.

        " nonsense you talk!" said Lord aking    led o the house.
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