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"Oh, something like, 'Charming boy-poor dear mother and I

absolutely inseparable. Quite forget what he does-afraid

he-doesn't do anything-oh, yes, plays the piano-or is it the

violin, dear Mr. Gray?' Neither of us could help laughing, and we

became friends at once."

"Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it

is far the best ending for one," said the young lord, plucking

another daisy.

Hallward shook his head. "You don't understand what friendship

is, Harry," he murmured-"or what enmity is, for that matter. You

like every one; that is to say, you are indifferent to every

one."