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"
Do
n't
you
like
it
?
"
cried
Hallward
at
last
,
stung
a
little
by
the
lad
's
silence
,
not
understanding
what
it
meant
.
"
Of
course
he
likes
it
,
"
said
Lord
Henry
.
"
Who
would
n't
like
it
?
It
is
one
of
the
greatest
things
in
modern
art
.
I
will
give
you
anything
you
like
to
ask
for
it
.
I
must
have
it
.
"
"
It
is
not
my
property
,
Harry
.
"
"
Whose
property
is
it
?
"
"
Dorian
's
,
of
course
,
"
answered
the
painter
.
"
He
is
a
very
lucky
fellow
.
"
"
How
sad
it
is
!
"
murmured
Dorian
Gray
,
with
his
eyes
still
fixed
upon
his
own
portrait
.
"
How
sad
it
is
!
I
shall
grow
old
,
and
horrible
,
and
dreadful
.
But
this
picture
will
remain
always
young
.
It
will
never
be
older
than
this
particular
day
of
June
...
.
If
it
were
only
the
other
way
!
If
it
were
I
who
was
to
be
always
young
,
and
the
picture
that
was
to
grow
old
!
For
that
--
for
that
--
I
would
give
everything
!
Yes
,
there
is
nothing
in
the
whole
world
I
would
not
give
!
I
would
give
my
soul
for
that
!
"
"
You
would
hardly
care
for
such
an
arrangement
,
Basil
,
"
cried
Lord
Henry
,
laughing
.
"
It
would
be
rather
hard
lines
on
your
work
.
"
"
I
should
object
very
strongly
,
Harry
,
"
said
Hallward
.
Dorian
Gray
turned
and
looked
at
him
.
"
I
believe
you
would
,
Basil
.
You
like
your
art
better
than
your
friends
.
I
am
no
more
to
you
than
a
green
bronze
figure
.
Hardly
as
much
,
I
daresay
.
"
