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"
Then
you
shall
come
;
and
you
will
come
too
,
Basil
,
wo
n't
you
?
"
"
I
ca
n't
really
.
I
would
sooner
not
.
I
have
a
lot
of
work
to
do
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
you
and
I
will
go
alone
,
Mr.
Gray
.
"
"
I
should
like
that
awfully
.
"
The
painter
bit
his
lip
and
walked
over
,
cup
in
hand
,
to
the
picture
.
"
I
shall
stay
with
the
real
Dorian
,
"
he
said
,
sadly
.
"
Is
it
the
real
Dorian
?
"
cried
the
original
of
the
portrait
,
strolling
across
to
him
.
"
Am
I
really
like
that
?
"
"
Yes
;
you
are
just
like
that
.
"
"
How
wonderful
,
Basil
!
"
"
At
least
you
are
like
it
in
appearance
.
But
it
will
never
alter
,
"
sighed
Hallward
.
"
That
is
something
.
"
"
What
a
fuss
people
make
about
fidelity
!
"
exclaimed
Lord
Henry
.
"
Why
,
even
in
love
it
is
purely
a
question
for
physiology
.
It
has
nothing
to
do
with
our
own
will
.
Young
men
want
to
be
faithful
,
and
are
not
;
old
men
want
to
be
faithless
,
and
can
not
:
that
is
all
one
can
say
.
"
"
Do
n't
go
to
the
theatre
to-night
,
Dorian
,
"
said
Hallward
.
"
Stop
and
dine
with
me
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
,
Basil
.
"
