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Dorian
drew
himself
up
with
an
effort
,
and
smiled
.
"
It
is
nothing
,
Duchess
,
"
he
murmured
;
"
my
nerves
are
dreadfully
out
of
order
.
That
is
all
.
I
am
afraid
I
walked
too
far
this
morning
.
I
did
n't
hear
what
Harry
said
.
Was
it
very
bad
?
You
must
tell
me
some
other
time
.
I
think
I
must
go
and
lie
down
.
You
will
excuse
me
,
wo
n't
you
?
"
They
had
reached
the
great
flight
of
steps
that
led
from
the
conservatory
on
to
the
terrace
.
As
the
glass
door
closed
behind
Dorian
,
Lord
Henry
turned
and
looked
at
the
Duchess
with
his
slumberous
eyes
.
"
Are
you
very
much
in
love
with
him
?
"
he
asked
.
She
did
not
answer
for
some
time
,
but
stood
gazing
at
the
landscape
.
"
I
wish
I
knew
,
"
she
said
at
last
.
He
shook
his
head
.
"
Knowledge
would
be
fatal
.
It
is
the
uncertainty
that
charms
one
.
A
mist
makes
things
wonderful
.
"
"
One
may
lose
one
's
way
.
"
"
All
ways
end
at
the
same
point
,
my
dear
Gladys
.
"
"
What
is
that
?
"
"
Disillusion
.
"
"
It
was
my
début
in
life
,
"
she
sighed
.
"
It
came
to
you
crowned
.
"
