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"you can dine with me to-night, dorian, cant you?"
as soon as the man entered, dorian pulled his chequebook out of a drawer and spread it out before him.
"stop!" faltered dorian gray, "stop! you bewilder me. i dont know what to say. there is some answer to you, but i cannot find it. dont speak. let me think. or, rather, let me try not to think."
"but suppose, harry, i became haggard, and old, and wrinkled? what then?"
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"not seventeen, lady henry?"
"and i dont forgive you for being late for dinner," broke in lord henry, putting his hand on the lads shoulder and smiling as he spoke. "come, let us sit down and try what the new chef here is like, and then you will tell us how it all came about."