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लेखक: Oscar Wilde

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स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें। · बैकस्पेस अक्षम — गलती के बाद भी जारी रखें।

Lord Henry looked in the direction in which the trembling gloved
hand was pointing. "Yes," he said, smiling, "I see the gardener
waiting for you. I suppose he wants to ask you what flowers you
wish to have on the table to-night. How absurdly nervous you are,
my dear fellow! You must come and see my doctor, when we get back
to town."
Dorian heaved a sigh of relief as he saw the gardener
approaching. The man touched his hat, glanced for a moment at
Lord Henry in a hesitating manner, and then produced a letter,
which he handed to his master. "Her Grace told me to wait for an
answer," he murmured.
Dorian put the letter into his pocket. "Tell her Grace that I am
coming in," he said, coldly. The man turned round and went
rapidly in the direction of the house.
"How fond women are of doing dangerous things!" laughed Lord
Henry. "It is one of the qualities in them that I admire most. A
woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other
people are looking on."

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