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"
Of
course
I
know
her
.
On
the
first
night
I
was
at
the
theatre
,
the
horrid
old
Jew
came
round
to
the
box
after
the
performance
was
over
,
and
offered
to
take
me
behind
the
scenes
and
introduce
me
to
her
.
I
was
furious
with
him
,
and
told
him
that
Juliet
had
been
dead
for
hundreds
of
years
,
and
that
her
body
was
lying
in
a
marble
tomb
in
Verona
.
I
think
,
from
his
blank
look
of
amazement
,
that
he
was
under
the
impression
that
I
had
taken
too
much
champagne
,
or
something
.
"
"
I
am
not
surprised
.
"
"
Then
he
asked
me
if
I
wrote
for
any
of
the
newspapers
.
I
told
him
I
never
even
read
them
.
He
seemed
terribly
disappointed
at
that
,
and
confided
to
me
that
all
the
dramatic
critics
were
in
a
conspiracy
against
him
,
and
that
they
were
every
one
of
them
to
be
bought
.
"
"
I
should
not
wonder
if
he
was
quite
right
there
.
But
,
on
the
other
hand
,
judging
from
their
appearance
,
most
of
them
can
not
be
at
all
expensive
.
"
"
Well
,
he
seemed
to
think
they
were
beyond
his
means
,
"
laughed
Dorian
.
"
By
this
time
,
however
,
the
lights
were
being
put
out
in
the
theatre
,
and
I
had
to
go
.
He
wanted
me
to
try
some
cigars
that
he
strongly
recommended
.
I
declined
.
The
next
night
,
of
course
,
I
arrived
at
the
place
again
.
When
he
saw
me
he
made
me
a
low
bow
,
and
assured
me
that
I
was
a
munificent
patron
of
art
.
He
was
a
most
offensive
brute
,
though
he
had
an
extraordinary
passion
for
Shakespeare
.
He
told
me
once
,
with
an
air
of
pride
,
that
his
five
bankruptcies
were
entirely
due
to
'
'
The
Bard
,
'
as
he
insisted
on
calling
him
.
He
seemed
to
think
it
a
distinction
.
"
"
It
was
a
distinction
,
my
dear
Dorian
--
a
great
distinction
.
Most
people
become
bankrupt
through
having
invested
too
heavily
in
the
prose
of
life
.
To
have
ruined
one
's
self
over
poetry
is
an
honour
.
But
when
did
you
first
speak
to
Miss
Sibyl
Vane
?
"
"
The
third
night
.
She
had
been
playing
Rosalind
.
I
could
not
help
going
round
.
I
had
thrown
her
some
flowers
,
and
she
had
looked
at
me
;
at
least
I
fancied
that
she
had
.
The
old
Jew
was
persistent
.
He
seemed
determined
to
take
me
behind
,
so
I
consented
.
It
was
curious
my
not
wanting
to
know
her
,
was
n't
it
?
"
"
No
;
I
do
n't
think
so
.
"
"
My
dear
Harry
,
why
?
"
