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"I can't bear this, Harry! You mock at everything, and then

suggest the most serious tragedies. I am sorry I told you now. I

don't care what you say to me. I know I was right in acting as I

did. Poor Hetty! As I rode past the farm this morning, I saw her

white face at the window, like a spray of jasmine. Don't let us

talk about it any more, and don't try to persuade me that the

first good action I have done for years, the first little bit of

self-sacrifice I have ever known, is really a sort of sin. I want

to be better. I am going to be better. Tell me something about

yourself. What is going on in town? I have not been to the club

for days."

"The people are still discussing poor Basil's disappearance."

"I should have thought they had got tired of that by this time,"

said Dorian, pouring himself out some wine and frowning slightly.