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    A cold rain began to fall, and treet-lamps looked gly in t. t closing, and dim men and ering in broken groups round ter. In others, drunkards brawled and screamed.

    Lying back in t pulled over cless eyes t city, and noed to  Lord o  day t, quot;to cure t; Yes, t . en tried it, and ry it again noroyed by t were new.

    time to time a retc. treets more narro o drive back eam rose from t splas.

    quot;to cure t; ainly, o deat true t t? Innocent blood  could atone for t? A tonement; but tfulness ill, and ermined to forget, to stamp t, to crus as one o be endured.

    On and on plodded t seemed to  eacep.  up trap and called to to drive faster. to gna  burned and e cogetruck at tick. t.

    terminable, and treets like tony became unbearable, and as t t afraid.

    ter range, bottle-songues of fire. A dog barked as t by, and far aumbled in a rut, to a gallop.

    After some time t ttled again over rougreets. Most of t noastic sted against some lamplit blind. crous marionettes and made gestures like live ted t. As turned a corner, a  ter t a  at th his whip.

    It is said t passion makes one tainly eration tten lips of Dorian Gray sle  dealt ill  ellectual approval, passions t  sucification ill ed emper. From cell to cell of  t; and to live, most terrible of all mans appetites, quickened into force eacrembling nerve and fibre. Ugliness t eful to  made to  very reason. Ugliness y. tcast, ense actuality of impression, t, t fulness. In three days he would be free.

    Suddenly t top of a dark lane. Over tacks of ts of se mist clung like gly sails to the yards.

    quot;Some?quot; rap.

    Dorian started and peered round. quot;t;  out ily and given tra fare ion of tern gleamed at tern of some man. t sered in teamer t  looked like a  mackintosh.

    o, glancing back noo see if  seven or eiges   factories. In one of top-ood a lamp. opped and gave a peculiar knock.

    After a little time eps in tly, and  in  saying a o t miss flattened itself into t tattered green curtain t s.  aside and entered a long loorted in t faced tors of ribbed tin backed t. t, trampled o mud, and stained tle cove, playing ers and se teettered. In one corner, able, and by taed bar t ran across one complete side stood t. quot; red ants on ; laug error and began to whimper.

    At ttle staircase, leading to a darkened cs ty steps, t rils quivered ered, a young man ing a long t ating manner.

    quot;You ; muttered Dorian.

    quot;; lessly. quot;None of to me no;

    quot;I t you  England.quot;

    quot;Darlington is not going to do anyt last. George doesnt speak to me eit care,quot; ;As long as one uff, one doesnt  friends. I too many friends.quot;

    Dorian  tesque t lay in sucastic postures on ttresses. ted limbs, taring lustreless eyes, fascinated  strange  dull eac of some neter off t. Memory, like a ing ime to time o see t

    stay. ton troubled ed to be o escape from himself.

    quot;I am going on to t; er a pause.

    quot;On t;

    quot;Yes.quot;

    quot;t mad-cat is sure to be t ;

    Dorian s;I am sick of ing. Besides, tuff is better.quot;

    quot;Muc;

    quot;I like it better. Come and o drink. I must ;

    quot;I dont  anyt; murmured the young man.

    quot;Never mind.quot;

    Adrian Singleton rose up o te, in a ragged turban and a ser, grinned a ing as  a bottle of brandy and tumblers in front of to cter. Dorian turned o Adrian Singleton.

    A crooked smile, like a Malay crease, ;e are very proud to-nig; she sneered.

    quot;For Gods sake dont talk to me,quot; cried Dorian, stamping  on t; do you ? Money?  is. Dont ever talk to me again.quot;

    t and left tossed er ched her enviously.

    quot;Its no use,quot; sigon. quot;I dont care to go back.  does it matter? I am quite ;

    quot;You e to me if you  anyt you?quot; said Dorian, after a pause.

    quot;Per;

    quot;Good nig;

    quot;Good nig; anseps and wiping h a handkerchief.

    Dorian o tain aside, a ed lips of taken ;t; she hiccoughed, in a hoarse voice.

    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.

    Dorian Gray ing on rangely moved  young life o be laid at o .  , after all,  matter to oo brief to take t. ty en for a single fault. One o pay over and over again, indeed. In iny never closed s.

    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 many years ago. It  t troyed her life.

    ;My God! my God!quot; ;and I would ;

    Dorian Gray dre;You ting a terrible crime, my man,quot;  ernly. quot;Let to you not to take vengeance into your own ;

    quot;Forgive me, sir,quot; muttered James Vane. quot;I  me on track.quot;

    quot;You ter go  t pistol a into trouble,quot; said Dorian, turning on reet.

    James Vane stood on t in rembling from o foot. After a little o t and came close to ealtsteps.  a art. It  the bar.

    quot; you kill ; s, putting e close to ;I knew you were following  from Dalys. You fool! You ss of money, and ;

    quot; t; ;and I  no mans money. I  a mans life. t must be nearly forty notle more t got ;

    tter laug;Little more t; s;s nigeen years since Prince C I am.quot;

    quot;You lie!quot; cried James Vane.

    So ;Before God I am telling trut; she cried.

    quot;Before God?quot;

    quot;Strike me dumb if it aint so.  one t comes o tty face. Its nigeen years since I met  c; sh a sickly leer.

    quot;You s;

    quot;I s,quot; came in  mout;But dont give me ao ; s;I am afraid of  me s lodging.quot;

    o treet, but Dorian Gray he woman had vanished also.