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"Certainly, Harry. Just touch the bell, and when Parker comes I

will tell him what you want. I have got to work up this

background, so I will join you later on. Don't keep Dorian too

long. I have never been in better form for painting than I am

to-day. This is going to be my masterpiece. It is my masterpiece

as it stands."

Lord Henry went out to the garden and found Dorian Gray burying

his face in the great cool lilac-blossoms, feverishly drinking in

their perfume as if it had been wine. He came close to him and

put his hand upon his shoulder. "You are quite right to do that,"

he murmured. "Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as

nothing can cure the senses but the soul."