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    It y-eigen remembered afterwards.

    eleven oclock from Lord   treet, a man passed ,  and er turned up.  , came over ion and  on quickly in tion of his own house.

    But  stopping on t and ter s, his hand was on his arm.

    quot;Dorian!  an extraordinary piece of luck! I ing for you in your library ever since nine oclock. Finally I took pity on your tired servant and told o go to bed, as  me out. I am off to Paris by t train, and I particularly ed to see you before I left. I t it , as you passed me. But I  quite sure. Didnt you recognize me?quot;

    quot;In t even recognize Grosvenor Square. I believe my   I dont feel at all certain about it. I am sorry you are going a I suppose you ;

    quot;No: I am going to be out of England for six montend to take a studio in Paris and s myself up till I  picture I   about myself I ed to talk.  your door. Let me come in for a moment. I o say to you.quot;

    quot;I s  you miss your train?quot; said Dorian Gray languidly as eps and opened tch-key.

    t struggled out t c;I ime,quot; ;train doesnt go till teen, and it is only just eleven. In fact, I o to look for you, o Victoria in ty minutes.quot;

    Dorian looked at ; a o travel! A Gladstone bag and an ulster! Come in, or t into t talk about anyt least not;

    ered, and folloo t , and an open Dutc-case stood, er and large cut-glass tumblers, on a little marqueterie table.

    quot;You see your servant made me quite at ed, including yo