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put it, inspire us with the desire to do masterpieces, and always
prevent us from carrying them out.” “Harry, you are dreadful! I
don’t know why I like you so much.” “You will always like me,
Dorian,” he replied. “Will you have some coffee, you fellows?
Waiter, bring coffee, and fine-champagne, and some cigarettes. No;
don’t mind the cigarettes; I have some. Basil, I can’t allow you to
smoke cigars.

You must have a cigarette. A cigarette is the perfect type of a
perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What
more can one want? Yes, Dorian, you will always be fond of me. I
represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to
commit.” “What nonsense you talk, Harry!” cried the lad, taking a
light from a firebreathing silver dragon that the waiter had placed
on the table. “Let us go down to the theatre. When Sibyl comes on
the stage you will have a new ideal of life.

She will represent something to you that you have never known.”
“I have known everything,” said Lord Henry, with a tired look in
his eyes, “but I am always ready for a new emotion. I am afraid,
however, that, for me at any rate, there is no such thing. Still, your
wonderful girl may thrill me. I love acting. It is so much more real
than life. Let us go. Dorian, you will come with me. I am so sorry,
Basil, but there is only room for two in the brougham, You must
follow us in a hansom.” They got up and put on their coats,
sipping their coffee standing. The painter was silent and
preoccupied. There was a gloom over him. He could not bear this
marriage, and yet it seemed to him to be better than many other
things that might have happened. After a few minutes, they all
passed downstairs. He drove off by himself, as had been arranged,
and watched the flashing lights of the little brougham in front of
him. A strange sense of loss came over him. He felt that Dorian
Gray would never again be to him all that he had been in the past.
Life had come between them.... His eyes darkened, and the
crowded, flaring streets became blurred to his eyes. When the cab
drew up at the theatre, it seemed to him that he had grown years
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