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"
You
lie
!
"
cried
James
Vane
.
She
raised
her
hand
up
to
heaven
.
"
Before
God
I
am
telling
the
truth
,
"
she
cried
.
"
Before
God
?
"
"
Strike
me
dumb
if
it
ai
n't
so
.
He
is
the
worst
one
that
comes
here
.
They
say
he
has
sold
himself
to
the
devil
for
a
pretty
face
.
It
's
nigh
on
eighteen
years
since
I
met
him
.
He
has
n't
changed
much
since
then
.
I
have
though
,
"
she
added
,
with
a
sickly
leer
.
"
You
swear
this
?
"
"
I
swear
it
,
"
came
in
hoarse
echo
from
her
flat
mouth
.
"
But
do
n't
give
me
away
to
him
,
"
she
whined
;
"
I
am
afraid
of
him
.
Let
me
have
some
money
for
my
night
's
lodging
.
"
He
broke
from
her
with
an
oath
,
and
rushed
to
the
corner
of
the
street
,
but
Dorian
Gray
had
disappeared
.
When
he
looked
back
,
the
woman
had
vanished
also
.
A
week
later
Dorian
Gray
was
sitting
in
the
conservatory
at
Selby
Royal
talking
to
the
pretty
Duchess
of
Monmouth
,
who
with
her
husband
,
a
jaded-looking
man
of
sixty
,
was
amongst
his
guests
.
It
was
tea-time
,
and
the
mellow
light
of
the
huge
lace-covered
lamp
that
stood
on
the
table
lit
up
the
delicate
china
and
hammered
silver
of
the
service
at
which
the
Duchess
was
presiding
.
Her
white
hands
were
moving
daintily
among
the
cups
,
and
her
full
red
lips
were
smiling
at
something
that
Dorian
had
whispered
to
her
.
Lord
Henry
was
lying
back
in
a
silk-draped
wicker
chair
looking
at
them
.
On
a
peach-coloured
divan
sat
Lady
Narborough
pretending
to
listen
to
the
Duke
's
description
of
the
last
Brazilian
beetle
that
he
had
added
to
his
collection
.
Three
young
men
in
elaborate
smoking-suits
were
handing
tea-cakes
to
some
of
the
women
.
The
house-party
consisted
of
twelve
people
,
and
there
were
more
expected
to
arrive
on
the
next
day
.
"
What
are
you
two
talking
about
?
"
said
Lord
Henry
,
strolling
over
to
the
table
,
and
putting
his
cup
down
.
"
I
hope
Dorian
has
told
you
about
my
plan
for
rechristening
everything
,
Gladys
.
It
is
a
delightful
idea
.
"
"
But
I
do
n't
want
to
be
rechristened
,
Harry
,
"
rejoined
the
Duchess
,
looking
up
at
him
with
her
wonderful
eyes
.
"
I
am
quite
satisfied
with
my
own
name
,
and
I
am
sure
Mr.
Gray
should
be
satisfied
with
his
.
"
