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"
The
Home
Farm
!
Go
there
at
once
and
meet
me
.
Tell
one
of
the
grooms
to
bring
my
horse
round
.
No
.
Never
mind
.
I
'll
go
to
the
stables
myself
.
It
will
save
time
.
"
In
less
than
a
quarter
of
an
hour
Dorian
Gray
was
galloping
down
the
long
avenue
as
hard
as
he
could
go
.
The
trees
seemed
to
sweep
past
him
in
spectral
procession
,
and
wild
shadows
to
fling
themselves
across
his
path
.
Once
the
mare
swerved
at
a
white
gate-post
and
nearly
threw
him
.
He
lashed
her
across
the
neck
with
his
crop
.
She
cleft
the
dusky
air
like
an
arrow
.
The
stones
flew
from
her
hoofs
.
At
last
he
reached
the
Home
Farm
.
Two
men
were
loitering
in
the
yard
.
He
leapt
from
the
saddle
and
threw
the
reins
to
one
of
them
.
In
the
farthest
stable
a
light
was
glimmering
.
Something
seemed
to
tell
him
that
the
body
was
there
,
and
he
hurried
to
the
door
,
and
put
his
hand
upon
the
latch
.
There
he
paused
for
a
moment
,
feeling
that
he
was
on
the
brink
of
a
discovery
that
would
either
make
or
mar
his
life
.
Then
he
thrust
the
door
open
,
and
entered
.
On
a
heap
of
sacking
in
the
far
corner
was
lying
the
dead
body
of
a
man
dressed
in
a
coarse
shirt
and
a
pair
of
blue
trousers
.
A
spotted
handkerchief
had
been
placed
over
the
face
.
A
coarse
candle
,
stuck
in
a
bottle
,
sputtered
beside
it
.
Dorian
Gray
shuddered
.
He
felt
that
his
could
not
be
the
hand
to
take
the
handkerchief
away
,
and
called
out
to
one
of
the
farm-servants
to
come
to
him
.
"
Take
that
thing
off
the
face
.
I
wish
to
see
it
,
"
he
said
,
clutching
at
the
doorpost
for
support
.
When
the
farm-servant
had
done
so
,
he
stepped
forward
.
A
cry
of
joy
broke
from
his
lips
.
The
man
who
had
been
shot
in
the
thicket
was
James
Vane
.
He
stood
there
for
some
minutes
looking
at
the
dead
body
.
As
he
rode
home
,
his
eyes
were
full
of
tears
,
for
he
knew
he
was
safe
.
There
is
no
use
your
telling
me
that
you
are
going
to
be
good
,
"
cried
Lord
Henry
,
dipping
his
white
fingers
into
a
red
copper
bowl
filled
with
rose-water
.
"
You
're
quite
perfect
.
Pray
,
do
n't
change
.
"
