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He was walking home about eleven o'clock from Lord Henry's, where

he had been dining, and was wrapped in heavy furs, as the night

was cold and foggy. At the corner of Grosvenor Square and South

Audley Street, a man passed him in the mist, walking very fast

and with the collar of his grey ulster turned up. He had a bag in

his hand. Dorian recognized him. It was Basil Hallward. A strange

sense of fear, for which he could not account, came over him. He

made no sign of recognition and went on quickly in the direction

of his own house.

But Hallward had seen him. Dorian heard him first stopping on the

pavement and then hurrying after him. In a few moments, his hand

was on his arm.