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"
Was
the
poor
fellow
married
?
Had
he
any
people
dependent
on
him
?
"
asked
Dorian
,
looking
bored
.
"
If
so
,
I
should
not
like
them
to
be
left
in
want
,
and
will
send
them
any
sum
of
money
you
may
think
necessary
.
"
"
We
do
n't
know
who
he
is
,
sir
.
That
is
what
I
took
the
liberty
of
coming
to
you
about
.
"
"
Do
n't
know
who
he
is
?
"
said
Dorian
,
listlessly
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
Was
n't
he
one
of
your
men
?
"
"
No
,
sir
.
Never
saw
him
before
.
Seems
like
a
sailor
,
sir
.
"
The
pen
dropped
from
Dorian
Gray
's
hand
,
and
he
felt
as
if
his
heart
had
suddenly
stopped
beating
.
"
A
sailor
?
"
he
cried
out
.
"
Did
you
say
a
sailor
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
He
looks
as
if
he
had
been
a
sort
of
sailor
;
tattooed
on
both
arms
,
and
that
kind
of
thing
.
"
"
Was
there
anything
found
on
him
?
"
said
Dorian
,
leaning
forward
and
looking
at
the
man
with
startled
eyes
.
"
Anything
that
would
tell
his
name
?
"
"
Some
money
,
sir
--
not
much
,
and
a
six-shooter
.
There
was
no
name
of
any
kind
.
A
decent-looking
man
,
sir
,
but
rough-like
.
A
sort
of
sailor
,
we
think
.
"
Dorian
started
to
his
feet
.
A
terrible
hope
fluttered
past
him
.
He
clutched
at
it
madly
.
"
Where
is
the
body
?
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
Quick
!
I
must
see
it
at
once
.
"
"
It
is
in
an
empty
stable
in
the
Home
Farm
,
sir
.
The
folk
do
n't
like
to
have
that
sort
of
thing
in
their
houses
.
They
say
a
corpse
brings
bad
luck
.
"
