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"Let us go and sit in the shade," said Lord Henry. "Parker has

brought out the drinks, and if you stay any longer in this glare,

you will be quite spoiled, and Basil will never paint you again.

You really must not allow yourself to become sunburnt. It would

be unbecoming."

"What can it matter?" cried Dorian Gray, laughing, as he sat down

on the seat at the end of the garden.

"It should matter everything to you, Mr. Gray."

"Why?"

"Because you have the most marvellous youth, and youth is the one

thing worth having."

"I don't feel that, Lord Henry."