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    quot;I cant explain it to you, Basil, but I must never sit to you again. tal about a portrait. It s o  as pleasant.quot;

    quot;Pleasanter for you, I am afraid,quot; murmured fully. quot;And no let me look at ture once again. But t cant be e understand  it.quot;

    As  to tle rue reason! And range it , instead of o reveal ,  by cing a secret from  strange confession explained to ers absurd fits of jealousy, ion, ravagant panegyrics, icences-- ood t sorry. to o be sometragic in a friendship so coloured by romance.

    oucrait must be  all costs.  run suc o o remain, even for an o which any of his friends had access.