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Dorian
Gray
shook
his
head
.
"
No
,
Harry
,
I
have
done
too
many
dreadful
things
in
my
life
.
I
am
not
going
to
do
any
more
.
I
began
my
good
actions
yesterday
.
"
"
Where
were
you
yesterday
?
"
"
In
the
country
,
Harry
.
I
was
staying
at
a
little
inn
by
myself
.
"
"
My
dear
boy
,
"
said
Lord
Henry
,
smiling
,
"
anybody
can
be
good
in
the
country
.
There
are
no
temptations
there
.
That
is
the
reason
why
people
who
live
out
of
town
are
so
absolutely
uncivilised
.
Civilisation
is
not
by
any
means
an
easy
thing
to
attain
to
.
There
are
only
two
ways
by
which
man
can
reach
it
.
One
is
by
being
cultured
,
the
other
by
being
corrupt
.
Country
people
have
no
opportunity
of
being
either
,
so
they
stagnate
.
"
"
Culture
and
corruption
,
"
echoed
Dorian
.
"
I
have
known
something
of
both
.
It
seems
terrible
to
me
now
that
they
should
ever
be
found
together
.
For
I
have
a
new
ideal
,
Harry
.
I
am
going
to
alter
.
I
think
I
have
altered
.
"
"
You
have
not
yet
told
me
what
your
good
action
was
.
Or
did
you
say
you
had
done
more
than
one
?
"
asked
his
companion
,
as
he
spilt
into
his
plate
a
little
crimson
pyramid
of
seeded
strawberries
,
and
through
a
perforated
shell-shaped
spoon
snowed
white
sugar
upon
them
.
"
I
can
tell
you
,
Harry
.
It
is
not
a
story
I
could
tell
to
anyone
else
.
I
spared
somebody
.
It
sounds
vain
,
but
you
understand
what
I
mean
.
She
was
quite
beautiful
,
and
wonderfully
like
Sibyl
Vane
.
I
think
it
was
that
which
first
attracted
me
to
her
.
You
remember
Sibyl
,
do
n't
you
?
How
long
ago
that
seems
!
Well
,
Hetty
was
not
one
of
our
own
class
,
of
course
.
She
was
simply
a
girl
in
a
village
.
But
I
really
loved
her
.
I
am
quite
sure
that
I
loved
her
.
All
during
this
wonderful
May
that
we
have
been
having
,
I
used
to
run
down
and
see
her
two
or
three
times
a
week
.
Yesterday
she
met
me
in
a
little
orchard
.
The
apple-blossoms
kept
tumbling
down
on
her
hair
,
and
she
was
laughing
.
We
were
to
have
gone
away
together
this
morning
at
dawn
.
Suddenly
I
determined
to
leave
her
as
flower-like
as
I
had
found
her
.
"
"
I
should
think
the
novelty
of
the
emotion
must
have
given
you
a
thrill
of
real
pleasure
,
Dorian
,
"
interrupted
Lord
Henry
.
"
But
I
can
finish
your
idyll
for
you
.
You
gave
her
good
advice
,
and
broke
her
heart
.
That
was
the
beginning
of
your
reformation
.
"
"
Harry
,
you
are
horrible
!
You
must
n't
say
these
dreadful
things
.
Hetty
's
heart
is
not
broken
.
Of
course
she
cried
,
and
all
that
.
But
there
is
no
disgrace
upon
her
.
She
can
live
,
like
Perdita
,
in
her
garden
of
mint
and
marigold
.
"
