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for me. Mind, Harry, I trust you." He spoke very slowly, and the words seemed wrung out of him, almost against his will.
"I don't suppose I shall care for him, and I am quite sure he won't care for me," replied Lord Henry smiling, as he took Hallward by the arm, and almost led him into the house.
As they entered, the saw Dorian Gray. He was seated at the piano with his back to them, turning over the pages of a volume of Schumann's Forest Scenes. "You must lend me these, Basil," he cried. "I want to learn them. They are perfectly charming."
"That entirely depends on how you sit to day, Dorian."
"Oh! I am tired of sitting, and I don't want a life-sized portrait of myself," answered the young ladboy, swinging round on the music-stool, in an wilful, almostand petulant manner. When he caught sight of Lord Henry, a faint blush stained his cheeks for a moment, and he started up. "I beg your pardon, Basil, but I did'nt know you had any one with you."
"This is Lord Henry Wotton, Dorian, an old Oxford friend of mine. I have just been telling him what a
