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    It  . As rolled te, t;t is Dorian Gray.quot; o be , or stared at, or talked about. ired of tle village ely  no one kneold to love  old

    ty ston dresses and s! S s .

    ing up for  o bed, and to t Lord o him.

    as it really true t one could never c a ained purity of e boy.  arnision and given o  o oterrible joy in being so; and t of t   and t full of promise t  to s  all irretrievable? as there no hope for him?

    A a monstrous moment of pride and passion  trait sernal youto t. Better for  eac its sure s penalty along . tion in punis. Not quot;Forgive us our sinsquot; but quot;Smite us for our iniquitiesquot; so a most just God.

    t Lord o anding on table, and te-limbed Cupids laug as of old. ook it up, as  nig noted tal picture, and ear-dimmed eyes looked into its poliserribly loved ten to ter, ending rous ;te ory.quot; to ed to y, and flinging t into silver splinters beneat  y and t  for t ain. y o  a mask,  a mockery.   best? A green, an unripe time, a time of ss. s livery? Youth had spoiled him.

    It ter not to t. Noter t. It  o t  in ory, but  revealed t t o knoement, suc  t  troubled ed trait t  forgive . It rait t o

    borne ience. t. As for Alan Campbell, . o do it. It o him.

    A ne   any rate. empt innocence. he would be good.

    As  of ty Merton, o rait in t  still so  o expel every sign of evil passion from the signs of evil had already gone away. he would go and look.

    ook table and crept upstairs. As ted across rangely young-looking face and lingered for a moment about  error to  as if ted from him already.

    in quietly, locking tom, and dragged trait. A cry of pain and indignation broke from  in te. till loat de spotted ter, and more like blood nerembled.  been merely vanity t ion, as Lord ed,  passion to act a part t sometimes makes us do tain larger t  seemed to  like a ed feet, as t   mean t o confess? to give  to deat t trous. Besides, even if race of to royed.  airs. t  ed in ory. . . . Yet it o confess, to suffer public so make public atonement. to tell to earto  ill old tle to ty Merton. For it  mirror, t . Vanity? Curiosity? ion t? t least  so. But y ys sake ried t now.

    But t to dog o be burdened by ? as o confess? Never. t of evidence left against ure itself-- t .  it so long? Once it o c ce  no suc   nigerror lest ot. It  melancs mere memory s of joy. It o  roy it.

    abbed Basil  many times, till tain left upon it. It  er, so it ers  t meant. It , and rous soul-life, and  its  peace. abbed ture .

    ts agony t tened servants  out of tlemen,  t ill t a policeman and brougimes, but t for a ligop er a time,  aood in an adjoining portico and ched.

    quot;, Constable?quot; asked tlemen.

    quot;Mr. Dorian Grays, sir,quot; anshe policeman.

    t eacons uncle.

    Inside, in ts part of tics alking in low wo each.

    After about a quarter of an  tmen and crept upstairs. t t. Everytill. Finally, after vainly trying to force t on to ts were old.

    ered, trait of ter as t seen e youty. Lying on t.   till t t was.

    thE END