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"
My
dear
Harry
,
we
either
lunch
or
sup
together
every
day
,
and
I
have
been
to
the
Opera
with
you
several
times
,
"
said
Dorian
,
opening
his
blue
eyes
in
wonder
.
"
You
always
come
dreadfully
late
.
"
"
Well
,
I
ca
n't
help
going
to
see
Sibyl
play
,
"
he
cried
,
"
even
if
it
is
only
for
a
single
act
.
I
get
hungry
for
her
presence
;
and
when
I
think
of
the
wonderful
soul
that
is
hidden
away
in
that
little
ivory
body
,
I
am
filled
with
awe
.
"
"
You
can
dine
with
me
to-night
,
Dorian
,
ca
n't
you
?
"
He
shook
his
head
.
"
To-night
she
is
Imogen
,
"
he
answered
,
"
and
to-morrow
night
she
will
be
Juliet
.
"
"
When
is
she
Sibyl
Vane
?
"
"
Never
.
"
"
I
congratulate
you
.
"
"
How
horrid
you
are
!
She
is
all
the
great
heroines
of
the
world
in
one
.
She
is
more
than
an
individual
.
You
laugh
,
but
I
tell
you
she
has
genius
.
I
love
her
,
and
I
must
make
her
love
me
.
You
,
who
know
all
the
secrets
of
life
,
tell
me
how
to
charm
Sibyl
Vane
to
love
me
!
I
want
to
make
Romeo
jealous
.
I
want
the
dead
lovers
of
the
world
to
hear
our
laughter
,
and
grow
sad
.
I
want
a
breath
of
our
passion
to
stir
their
dust
into
consciousness
,
to
wake
their
ashes
into
pain
.
My
God
,
Harry
,
how
I
worship
her
!
"
He
was
walking
up
and
down
the
room
as
he
spoke
.
Hectic
spots
of
red
burned
on
his
cheeks
.
He
was
terribly
excited
.
Lord
Henry
watched
him
with
a
subtle
sense
of
pleasure
.
