“You were quite right. There is always something infinitely mean about other people's tragedies.”
“Sibyl is the only thing I care about. What is it to me where she came from? From her little head to her little feet, she is absolutely and entirely divine. Every night of my life I go to see her act, and every night she is more marvellous.”
“That is the reason, I suppose, that you never dine with me now. I thought you must have some curious romance on hand. You have; but it is not quite what I expected.”
“My dear Harry, we either lunch or sup together every day, and I have been to the Opera with you several times,” said Dorian, opening his blue eyes in wonder.
“You always come dreadfully late.”
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