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"
She
assures
me
so
,
Lady
Narborough
,
"
said
Dorian
.
"
I
asked
her
whether
,
like
Marguerite
de
Navarre
,
she
had
their
hearts
embalmed
and
hung
at
her
girdle
.
She
told
me
she
did
n't
,
because
none
of
them
had
had
any
hearts
at
all
.
"
"
Four
husbands
!
Upon
my
word
that
is
trop
de
zèle
.
"
"
Trop
d'audace
d'audace
,
I
tell
her
,
"
said
Dorian
.
"
Oh
!
she
is
audacious
enough
for
anything
,
my
dear
.
And
what
is
Ferrol
like
?
I
do
n't
know
him
.
"
"
The
husbands
of
very
beautiful
women
belong
to
the
criminal
classes
,
"
said
Lord
Henry
,
sipping
his
wine
.
Lady
Narborough
hit
him
with
her
fan
.
"
Lord
Henry
,
I
am
not
at
all
surprised
that
the
world
says
that
you
are
extremely
wicked
.
"
"
But
what
world
says
that
?
"
asked
Lord
Henry
,
elevating
his
eyebrows
.
"
It
can
only
be
the
next
world
.
This
world
and
I
are
on
excellent
terms
.
"
"
Everybody
I
know
says
you
are
very
wicked
,
"
cried
the
old
lady
,
shaking
her
head
.
Lord
Henry
looked
serious
for
some
moments
.
"
It
is
perfectly
monstrous
,
"
he
said
,
at
last
,
"
the
way
people
go
about
nowadays
saying
things
against
one
behind
one
's
back
that
are
absolutely
and
entirely
true
.
"
"
Is
n't
he
incorrigible
?
"
cried
Dorian
,
leaning
forward
in
his
chair
.
