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"you know the picture is yours, dorian. i gave it to you before it existed."
"decay fascinates me more."
"mother, mother, i am so happy!" whispered the girl, burying her face in the lap of the faded, tired-looking woman who, with back turned to the shrill intrusive light, was sitting in the one arm-chair that their dingy sitting-room contained. "i am so happy!" she repeated, "and you must be happy, too!"
"what is it all about?" cried dorian in his petulant way, flinging himself down on the sofa. "i hope it is not about myself. i am tired of myself to-night. i should like to be somebody else."
"ten minutes past two, sir," answered the man, looking at the clock and blinking.