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She
looked
at
him
,
smiling
.
"
How
long
Mr.
Gray
is
!
"
she
said
.
"
Let
us
go
and
help
him
.
I
have
not
yet
told
him
the
colour
of
my
frock
.
"
"
Ah
!
you
must
suit
your
frock
to
his
flowers
,
Gladys
.
"
"
That
would
be
a
premature
surrender
.
"
"
Romantic
Art
begins
with
its
climax
.
"
"
I
must
keep
an
opportunity
for
retreat
.
"
"
In
the
Parthian
manner
?
"
"
They
found
safety
in
the
desert
.
I
could
not
do
that
.
"
"
Women
are
not
always
allowed
a
choice
,
"
he
answered
,
but
hardly
had
he
finished
the
sentence
before
from
the
far
end
of
the
conservatory
came
a
stifled
groan
,
followed
by
the
dull
sound
of
a
heavy
fall
.
Everybody
started
up
.
The
Duchess
stood
motionless
in
horror
.
And
with
fear
in
his
eyes
Lord
Henry
rushed
through
the
flapping
palms
to
find
Dorian
Gray
lying
face
downwards
on
the
tiled
floor
in
a
death-like
swoon
.
He
was
carried
at
once
into
the
blue
drawing-room
,
and
laid
upon
one
of
the
sofas
.
After
a
short
time
he
came
to
himself
,
and
looked
round
with
a
dazed
expression
.
"
What
has
happened
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Oh
!
I
remember
.
Am
I
safe
here
,
Harry
?
"
He
began
to
tremble
.
