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"
Never
.
"
"
Well
,
perhaps
you
are
right
.
And
now
good-bye
,
Dorian
.
You
have
been
the
one
person
in
my
life
who
has
really
influenced
my
art
.
Whatever
I
have
done
that
is
good
,
I
owe
to
you
.
Ah
!
you
do
n't
know
what
it
cost
me
to
tell
you
all
that
I
have
told
you
.
"
"
My
dear
Basil
,
"
said
Dorian
,
"
what
have
you
told
me
?
Simply
that
you
felt
that
you
admired
me
too
much
.
That
is
not
even
a
compliment
.
"
"
It
was
not
intended
as
a
compliment
.
It
was
a
confession
.
Now
that
I
have
made
it
,
something
seems
to
have
gone
out
of
me
.
Perhaps
one
should
never
put
one
's
worship
into
words
.
"
"
It
was
a
very
disappointing
confession
.
"
"
Why
,
what
did
you
expect
,
Dorian
?
You
did
n't
see
anything
else
in
the
picture
,
did
you
?
There
was
nothing
else
to
see
?
"
"
No
;
there
was
nothing
else
to
see
.
Why
do
you
ask
?
But
you
must
n't
talk
about
worship
.
It
is
foolish
.
You
and
I
are
friends
,
Basil
,
and
we
must
always
remain
so
.
"
"
You
have
got
Harry
,
"
said
the
painter
,
sadly
.
"
Oh
,
Harry
!
"
cried
the
lad
,
with
a
ripple
of
laughter
.
"
Harry
spends
his
days
in
saying
what
is
incredible
,
and
his
evenings
in
doing
what
is
improbable
.
Just
the
sort
of
life
I
would
like
to
lead
.
But
still
I
do
n't
think
I
would
go
to
Harry
if
I
were
in
trouble
.
I
would
sooner
go
to
you
,
Basil
.
"
"
You
will
sit
to
me
again
?
"
