CHAPTER XI. (XIII.)
82 some scarlet on the sensual lips. (231)
82 "you met me, devoted yourself to me, flattered me.... (233)
83 "Can't you see your romance in it?" said Dorian bitterly.
"My romance as you call it...." (233)
CHAPTER XIII. (XX.)
100 He seized it, and stabbed the canvas with it, ripping the thing right up from top to bottom. (333)
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