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"
Harry
,
I
ca
n't
quarrel
with
my
two
best
friends
at
once
,
but
between
you
both
you
have
made
me
hate
the
finest
piece
of
work
I
have
ever
done
,
and
I
will
destroy
it
.
What
is
it
but
canvas
and
colour
?
I
will
not
let
it
come
across
our
three
lives
and
mar
them
.
"
Dorian
Gray
lifted
his
golden
head
from
the
pillow
,
and
with
pallid
face
and
tear-stained
eyes
looked
at
him
,
as
he
walked
over
to
the
deal
painting-table
that
was
set
beneath
the
high
curtained
window
.
What
was
he
doing
there
?
His
fingers
were
straying
about
among
the
litter
of
tin
tubes
and
dry
brushes
,
seeking
for
something
.
Yes
,
it
was
for
the
long
palette-knife
,
with
its
thin
blade
of
lithe
steel
.
He
had
found
it
at
last
.
He
was
going
to
rip
up
the
canvas
.
With
a
stifled
sob
the
lad
leaped
from
the
couch
,
and
,
rushing
over
to
Hallward
,
tore
the
knife
out
of
his
hand
,
and
flung
it
to
the
end
of
the
studio
.
"
Do
n't
,
Basil
,
do
n't
!
"
he
cried
.
"
It
would
be
murder
!
"
"
I
am
glad
you
appreciate
my
work
at
last
,
Dorian
,
"
said
the
painter
,
coldly
,
when
he
had
recovered
from
his
surprise
.
"
I
never
thought
you
would
.
"
"
Appreciate
it
?
I
am
in
love
with
it
,
Basil
.
It
is
part
of
myself
.
I
feel
that
.
"
"
Well
,
as
soon
as
you
are
dry
,
you
shall
be
varnished
,
and
framed
,
and
sent
home
.
Then
you
can
do
what
you
like
with
yourself
.
"
And
he
walked
across
the
room
and
rang
the
bell
for
tea
.
"
You
will
have
tea
,
of
course
,
Dorian
?
And
so
will
you
,
Harry
?
Or
do
you
object
to
such
simple
pleasures
?
"
"
I
adore
simple
pleasures
,
"
said
Lord
Henry
.
"
They
are
the
last
refuge
of
the
complex
.
But
I
do
n't
like
scenes
,
except
on
the
stage
.
What
absurd
fellows
you
are
,
both
of
you
!
I
wonder
who
it
was
defined
man
as
a
rational
animal
.
It
was
the
most
premature
definition
ever
given
.
Man
is
many
things
,
but
he
is
not
rational
.
I
am
glad
he
is
not
,
after
all
:
though
I
wish
you
chaps
would
not
squabble
over
the
picture
.
You
had
much
better
let
me
have
it
,
Basil
.
This
silly
boy
does
n't
really
want
it
,
and
I
really
do
.
"
"
If
you
let
anyone
have
it
but
me
,
Basil
,
I
shall
never
forgive
you
!
"
cried
Dorian
Gray
;
"
and
I
do
n't
allow
people
to
call
me
a
silly
boy
.
"
"
You
know
the
picture
is
yours
,
Dorian
.
I
gave
it
to
you
before
it
existed
.
"
"
And
you
know
you
have
been
a
little
silly
,
Mr.
Gray
,
and
that
you
do
n't
really
object
to
being
reminded
that
you
are
extremely
young
.
"
