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Dorian
heaved
a
sigh
,
and
Lord
Henry
strolled
across
the
room
and
began
to
stroke
the
head
of
a
curious
Java
parrot
,
a
large
grey-plumaged
bird
,
with
pink
crest
and
tail
,
that
was
balancing
itself
upon
a
bamboo
perch
.
As
his
pointed
fingers
touched
it
,
it
dropped
the
white
scurf
of
crinkled
lids
over
black
glass-like
eyes
,
and
began
to
sway
backwards
and
forwards
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
continued
,
turning
round
,
and
taking
his
handkerchief
out
of
his
pocket
;
"
his
painting
had
quite
gone
off
.
It
seemed
to
me
to
have
lost
something
.
It
had
lost
an
ideal
.
When
you
and
he
ceased
to
be
great
friends
,
he
ceased
to
be
a
great
artist
.
What
was
it
separated
you
?
I
suppose
he
bored
you
.
If
so
,
he
never
forgave
you
.
It
's
a
habit
bores
have
.
By
the
way
,
what
has
become
of
that
wonderful
portrait
he
did
of
you
?
I
do
n't
think
I
have
ever
seen
it
since
he
finished
it
.
Oh
!
I
remember
your
telling
me
years
ago
that
you
had
sent
it
down
to
Selby
,
and
that
it
had
got
mislaid
or
stolen
on
the
way
.
You
never
got
it
back
?
What
a
pity
!
It
was
really
a
masterpiece
.
I
remember
I
wanted
to
buy
it
.
I
wish
I
had
now
.
It
belonged
to
Basil
's
best
period
.
Since
then
,
his
work
was
that
curious
mixture
of
bad
painting
and
good
intentions
that
always
entitles
a
man
to
be
called
a
representative
British
artist
.
Did
you
advertise
for
it
?
You
should
.
"
"
I
forget
,
"
said
Dorian
.
"
I
suppose
I
did
.
But
I
never
really
liked
it
.
I
am
sorry
I
sat
for
it
.
The
memory
of
the
thing
is
hateful
to
me
.
Why
do
you
talk
of
it
?
It
used
to
remind
me
of
those
curious
lines
in
some
play
--
'
Hamlet
,
'
I
think
--
how
do
they
run
?
--
"
'
'
Like
the
painting
of
a
sorrow
,
A
face
without
a
heart
.
'
Yes
:
that
is
what
it
was
like
.
"
Lord
Henry
laughed
.
"
If
a
man
treats
life
artistically
,
his
brain
is
his
heart
,
"
he
answered
,
sinking
into
an
arm-chair
.
Dorian
Gray
shook
his
head
,
and
struck
some
soft
chords
on
the
piano
.
"
'
'
Like
the
painting
of
a
sorrow
,
'
"
he
repeated
,
"
'
'
a
face
without
a
heart
.
'
"
The
elder
man
lay
back
and
looked
at
him
with
half-closed
eyes
.
"
By
the
way
,
Dorian
,
"
he
said
,
after
a
pause
,
"
'
'
what
does
it
profit
a
man
if
he
gain
the
whole
world
and
lose
'
--
how
does
the
quotation
run
?
--
'
'
his
own
soul
'
?
"
