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Dorian
Gray
shook
his
head
.
"
I
left
her
in
the
forest
of
Arden
,
I
shall
find
her
in
an
orchard
in
Verona
.
"
Lord
Henry
sipped
his
champagne
in
a
meditative
manner
.
"
At
what
particular
point
did
you
mention
the
word
marriage
,
Dorian
?
And
what
did
she
say
in
answer
?
Perhaps
you
forgot
all
about
it
.
"
"
My
dear
Harry
,
I
did
not
treat
it
as
a
business
transaction
,
and
I
did
not
make
any
formal
proposal
.
I
told
her
that
I
loved
her
,
and
she
said
she
was
not
worthy
to
be
my
wife
.
Not
worthy
!
Why
,
the
whole
world
is
nothing
to
me
compared
with
her
.
"
"
Women
are
wonderfully
practical
,
"
murmured
Lord
Henry
--
"
much
more
practical
than
we
are
.
In
situations
of
that
kind
we
often
forget
to
say
anything
about
marriage
,
and
they
always
remind
us
.
"
Hallward
laid
his
hand
upon
his
arm
.
"
Do
n't
,
Harry
.
You
have
annoyed
Dorian
.
He
is
not
like
other
men
.
He
would
never
bring
misery
upon
anyone
.
His
nature
is
too
fine
for
that
.
"
Lord
Henry
looked
across
the
table
.
"
Dorian
is
never
annoyed
with
me
,
"
he
answered
.
"
I
asked
the
question
for
the
best
reason
possible
,
for
the
only
reason
,
indeed
,
that
excuses
one
for
asking
any
question
--
simple
curiosity
.
I
have
a
theory
that
it
is
always
the
women
who
propose
to
us
,
and
not
we
who
propose
to
the
women
.
Except
,
of
course
,
in
middle-class
life
.
But
then
the
middle
classes
are
not
modern
.
"
Dorian
Gray
laughed
,
and
tossed
his
head
.
"
You
are
quite
incorrigible
,
Harry
;
but
I
do
n't
mind
.
It
is
impossible
to
be
angry
with
you
.
When
you
see
Sibyl
Vane
you
will
feel
that
the
man
who
could
wrong
her
would
be
a
beast
,
a
beast
without
a
heart
.
I
can
not
understand
how
anyone
can
wish
to
shame
the
thing
he
loves
.
I
love
Sibyl
Vane
.
I
want
to
place
her
on
a
pedestal
of
gold
,
and
to
see
the
world
worship
the
woman
who
is
mine
.
What
is
marriage
?
An
irrevocable
vow
.
You
mock
at
it
for
that
.
Ah
!
do
n't
mock
.
It
is
an
irrevocable
vow
that
I
want
to
take
.
Her
trust
makes
me
faithful
,
her
belief
makes
me
good
.
When
I
am
with
her
,
I
regret
all
that
you
have
taught
me
.
I
become
different
from
what
you
have
known
me
to
be
.
I
am
changed
,
and
the
mere
touch
of
Sibyl
Vane
's
hand
makes
me
forget
you
and
all
your
wrong
,
fascinating
,
poisonous
,
delightful
theories
.
"
"
And
those
are
...
?
"
asked
Lord
Henry
,
helping
himself
to
some
salad
.
"
Oh
,
your
theories
about
life
,
your
theories
about
love
,
your
theories
about
pleasure
.
All
your
theories
,
in
fact
,
Harry
.
"
