ious in his ears.

    quot;Years ago,  me, flattered me, and taugo be vain of my good looks. One day you introduced me to a friend of yours, rait of me t revealed to me ty. In a mad moment t, even no kno, I made a ;

    quot;I remember it! O! No! t into ts I used cell you t;

    quot;A is impossible?quot; murmured to t t-stained glass.

    quot;You told me you royed it.quot;

    quot;I  royed me.quot;

    quot;I dont believe it is my picture.quot;

    quot;Cant you see your ideal in it?quot; said Dorian bitterly.

    quot;My ideal, as you call it. . .quot;

    quot;As you called it.quot;

    quot;t, noto me suc again. tyr.quot;

    quot;It is t;

    quot;C!   ;

    quot;Eac; cried Dorian ure of despair.

    urned again to trait and gazed at it. quot;My God! If it is true,quot; ;and t you  be alk against you fancy you to be!quot;  up again to t. to be quite undisturbed and as  it. It ly, t trange quickening of inner life ting tting of a corpse in a ery grave  so fearful.

    s socket on ttering.  on it and put it out. to ty c anding by table and buried his face in his hands.

    quot;Good God, Dorian, ; t  t;Pray, Dorian, pray,quot; ; is it t one augo say in ones boy into temptation. Forgive us our sins. asies. Let us say t togetance will be answered also. I worsoo muc. You worsoo muc;

    Dorian Gray turned slo ear-dimmed eyes. quot;It is too late, Basil,quot; ered.

    quot;It is never too late, Dorian. Let us kneel dory