ly true, and it o everyt;

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    quot;You said to me t Sibyl Vane represented to you all t s, and Op if s, so life as Imogen.quot;

    quot;So life again no; muttered the lad, burying his face in his hands.

    quot;No, so life. S part. But you must t lonely deatarange lurid fragment from some Jacobean tragedy, as a er, or Ford, or Cyril tourneur. to you at least som t flitted t ts presence, a reed t soucual life, s, and it marred  asrangled. Cry out against er of Brabantio died. But dont e your tears over Sibyl Vane. S;

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    After some time Dorian Gray looked up. quot;You o myself, ; ;I felt all t you  some, and I could not express it to myself.   talk again of ore for me anyt;

    quot;Life ore for you, Dorian. t you, raordinary good looks,  be able to do.quot;

    quot;But suppose,  t;

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    quot;I t too tired to eat anyt is ters box?quot;

    quot;ty-seven, I believe. It is on tier. You  come and dine.quot;

    quot;I dont feel up to it,quot; said Dorian listlessly. quot;But I am ao you for all t you o me. You are certainly my best friend. No one ood me as you ;

    quot;e are only at t; ansi is singing.quot;

    As ouces Victor appeared ed impatiently for o go. to ta