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"
Like
all
good
reputations
,
Gladys
,
"
interrupted
Lord
Henry
.
"
Every
effect
that
one
produces
gives
one
an
enemy
.
To
be
popular
one
must
be
a
mediocrity
.
"
"
Not
with
women
,
"
said
the
Duchess
,
shaking
her
head
;
"
and
women
rule
the
world
.
I
assure
you
we
ca
n't
bear
mediocrities
.
We
women
,
as
someone
says
,
love
with
our
ears
,
just
as
you
men
love
with
your
eyes
,
if
you
ever
love
at
all
.
"
"
It
seems
to
me
that
we
never
do
anything
else
,
"
murmured
Dorian
.
"
Ah
!
then
,
you
never
really
love
,
Mr.
Gray
,
"
answered
the
Duchess
,
with
mock
sadness
.
"
My
dear
Gladys
!
"
cried
Lord
Henry
.
"
How
can
you
say
that
?
Romance
lives
by
repetition
,
and
repetition
converts
an
appetite
into
an
art
.
Besides
,
each
time
that
one
loves
is
the
only
time
one
has
ever
loved
.
Difference
of
object
does
not
alter
singleness
of
passion
.
It
merely
intensifies
it
.
We
can
have
in
life
but
one
great
experience
at
best
,
and
the
secret
of
life
is
to
reproduce
that
experience
as
often
as
possible
.
"
"
Even
when
one
has
been
wounded
by
it
,
Harry
?
"
asked
the
Duchess
,
after
a
pause
.
"
Especially
when
one
has
been
wounded
by
it
,
"
answered
Lord
Henry
.
The
Duchess
turned
and
looked
at
Dorian
Gray
with
a
curious
expression
in
her
eyes
.
"
What
do
you
say
to
that
,
Mr.
Gray
?
"
she
inquired
.
Dorian
hesitated
for
a
moment
.
Then
he
threw
his
head
back
and
laughed
.
"
I
always
agree
with
Harry
,
Duchess
.
"
"
Even
when
he
is
wrong
?
"
