aid Lord ered. quot;But you must not too muc it.quot;

    quot;Do you mean about Sibyl Vane?quot; asked the lad.

    quot;Yes, of course,quot; ans is dreadful, from one point of vie it  your fault. tell me, did you go beer t;

    quot;Yes.quot;

    quot;I felt sure you ;

    quot;I al, ly brutal. But it is all rig sorry for anyt  augo knoter.quot;

    quot;Aake it in t earing t nice curly ;

    quot;I  t,quot; said Dorian, s;I am perfectly  conscience is, to begin  is not old me it  is t t sneer at it,  least not before me. I  to be good. I cant bear t;

    quot;A very cistic basis for etulate you on it. But o begin?quot;

    quot;By marrying Sibyl Vane.quot;

    quot;Marrying Sibyl Vane!quot; cried Lord anding up and looking at . quot;But, my dear Dorian--quot;

    quot;Yes,  you are going to say. Somet marriage. Dont say it. Dont ever say t kind to me again. to marry me. I am not going to break my o o be my ;

    quot;Your  you get my letter? I e to you t te do;

    quot;Your letter? O read it yet,  be somet t I  like. You cut life to pieces ;

    quot;You kno;

    quot; do you mean?quot;

    Lord ting doook botig;Dorian,quot; ;my letter--dont be frigo tell you t Sibyl Vane is dead.quot;

    A cry of pain broke from to , tearing ;Dead! Sibyl dead! It is not true! It is a ?quot;

    quot;It is quite true, Dorian,quot; said Lord ;It is in all te doo you to ask you not to see any one till I came. to be an inquest, of course