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a beautiful nature. I at once pictured to myself a creature with spectacles and lank hair, horribly freckled, and tramping about on huge feet. I wish I had known it was your friend.”

“I am very glad you didn’t Harry.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to meet him.”

Lord Wotton raised his eyebrows. “You don’t want me to meet him?”

“No.”

The butler walked into the studio. “Mr. Dorian Gray has arrived, sir.”

Lord Wotton smiled. “You must introduce me now.” He laughed.

The artist turned to his servant, who stood blinking in the sunlight. “Ask Mr. Gray to wait, Parker. I shall be in a few moments.”

The man bowed and went up the walk.

Basil looked at Lord Wotton. “Dorian Gray is my dearest friend,” he said. “He has a simple and beautiful nature. Your aunt was quite right in what she said of him. Don’t spoil or influence him. Your guidance would result very badly.”

“Complete nonsense!” Exclaimed Lord Wotton, smiling and taking Basil by the arm.

The butler showed Dorian Gray into the room. The young man immediately sat at the piano, turning over the pages of a Mozart sonata. His boyish features struck both Basil and Lord Wotton. He

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