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*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY *** Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will be renamed. Creating the works from print editions not protec...

CHAPTER XX. It was a lovely night, so warm that he threw his coat over his arm and did not even put his silk scarf round his throat. As he strolled home, smoking his cigarette, two young men in evenin...

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CHAPTER XL. Wise in his daily work was he: To fruits of diligence, And not to faiths or polity, He plied his utmost sense. These perfect in their little parts, Whose work is all their prize— Without t...

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE HE FALLS UPON SCYLLA, SEEKING TO AVOID CHARYBDIS. Fathom, whose own principles taught him to be suspicious, and ever upon his guard against the treachery of his fellow-creatures, co...

CANTO FIFTH. The Combat. I. Fair as the earliest beam of eastern light, When first, by the bewildered pilgrim spied, It smiles upon the dreary brow of night And silvers o'er the torrent's foaming tide...

CHAPTER 6. I ENLARGE MY CIRCLE OF ACQUAINTANCE I HAD led this life about a month, when the man with the wooden leg began to stump about with a mop and a bucket of water, from which I inferred that pre...

CHAPTER XIX. “There is no use your telling me that you are going to be good,” cried Lord Henry, dipping his white fingers into a red copper bowl filled with rose-water. “You are quite perfect. Pray, d...

Chapter 9 Ryan Bennett fell asleep while sitting beside my body. The more I looked at him, the more fake he seemed. Was there something wrong with him? Why did he always have to wait until he lost som...

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CHAPTER XVIII. The next day he did not leave the house, and, indeed, spent most of the time in his own room, sick with a wild terror of dying, and yet indifferent to life itself. The consciousness of ...

CHAPTER XVII. A week later Dorian Gray was sitting in the conservatory at Selby Royal, talking to the pretty Duchess of Monmouth, who with her husband, a jaded-looking man of sixty, was amongst his gu...

CHAPTER XXIV THE GREAT STORM “ We’re going to have a night of it.” Ben Jolly spoke the words with a grim conviction that had its effect upon his friends. Each could realize for himself that they were ...

The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Expedition of Humphry Clinker This ebook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restr...

CHAPTER XVI. A cold rain began to fall, and the blurred street-lamps looked ghastly in the dripping mist. The public-houses were just closing, and dim men and women were clustering in broken groups ro...

Chapter 3 People used to say that even our names were a perfect match. Elena Bennett, Ethan Carter. But others would say they sounded too similar, like siblings. Most of the time, I just smiled, but i...

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Chapter 7 "Ethan Carter, we trusted you with her, and this is how you take care of her?" When I regained consciousness again, I could feel the warmth of sunlight streaming through the window and onto ...

CHAPTER XV. That evening, at eight-thirty, exquisitely dressed and wearing a large button-hole of Parma violets, Dorian Gray was ushered into Lady Narborough’s drawing-room by bowing servants. His for...

Chapter 5 It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might ...

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN THE STEP-DAME’S SUSPICIONS BEING AWAKENED, SHE LAYS A SNARE FOR OUR ADVENTURER, FROM WHICH HE IS DELIVERED BY THE INTERPOSITION OF HIS GOOD GENIUS. Though the husband swallowed the b...

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CHAPTER XIV. At nine o’clock the next morning his servant came in with a cup of chocolate on a tray and opened the shutters. Dorian was sleeping quite peacefully, lying on his right side, with one han...

The weather stayed clear for several days after that. Yin Xigui holed up in the house and refused to go anywhere. Like a cat basking in the sun, he spent each day sprawled on the sofa with those finan...

CHAPTER XIII. He passed out of the room and began the ascent, Basil Hallward following close behind. They walked softly, as men do instinctively at night. The lamp cast fantastic shadows on the wall a...

CHAPTER XII. It was on the ninth of November, the eve of his own thirty-eighth birthday, as he often remembered afterwards. He was walking home about eleven o’clock from Lord Henry’s, where he had bee...

"Speaking of books reminds me that I'm getting rich in that line for, on New Year's Day, Mr. Bhaer gave me a fine Shakespeare. It is one he values much, and I've often admired it, set up in the place ...

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CHAPTER XI. For years, Dorian Gray could not free himself from the influence of this book. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he never sought to free himself from it. He procured from Pa...

CHAPTER X. When his servant entered, he looked at him steadfastly and wondered if he had thought of peering behind the screen. The man was quite impassive and waited for his orders. Dorian lit a cigar...

CHAPTER IX. As he was sitting at breakfast next morning, Basil Hallward was shown into the room. “I am so glad I have found you, Dorian,” he said gravely. “I called last night, and they told me you we...

Princess Ozma of Oz “You are my prisoner, and it is useless for you to struggle any longer,” said Glinda, in her soft, sweet voice. “Lie still a moment, and rest yourself, and then I will carry you ba...

CHAPTER VIII. It was long past noon when he awoke. His valet had crept several times on tiptoe into the room to see if he was stirring, and had wondered what made his young master sleep so late. Final...

CHAPTER VII. For some reason or other, the house was crowded that night, and the fat Jew manager who met them at the door was beaming from ear to ear with an oily tremulous smile. He escorted them to ...

CHAPTER VI. “I suppose you have heard the news, Basil?” said Lord Henry that evening as Hallward was shown into a little private room at the Bristol where dinner had been laid for three. “No, Harry,” ...

CHAPTER V. “Mother, Mother, I am so happy!” whispered the girl, burying her face in the lap of the faded, tired-looking woman who, with back turned to the shrill intrusive light, was sitting in the on...

CHAPTER IV. One afternoon, a month later, Dorian Gray was reclining in a luxurious arm-chair, in the little library of Lord Henry’s house in Mayfair. It was, in its way, a very charming room, with its...

CHAPTER III. At half-past twelve next day Lord Henry Wotton strolled from Curzon Street over to the Albany to call on his uncle, Lord Fermor, a genial if somewhat rough-mannered old bachelor, whom the...