Chapter 19
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Dorian Gray shook his head. "No, Harry, I have dooo many dreadful things in my life. I am not going to do any more. I began my good as yesterday."
"Where were you yesterday?"
"Iry, Harry. I was staying at a little inn by myself."
"My dear boy," said Lord Henry, smiling, "anybody be good iry. There are ations there. That is the reason why people who live out of town are so absolutely uncivilized. Civilization is not by any means an easy thing to attain to. There are only two ways by which man reach it. One is by being cultured, the other by being corrupt. try people have no opportunity of beiher, so they stagnate."
"Culture and corruption," echoed Dorian. "I have known something of both. It seems terrible to me now that they should ever be found together. For I have a new ideal, Harry. I am going to alter. I think I have altered."
"You have not yet told me what yood a was. Or did you say you had done more than one?" asked his panion as he spilled into his plate a little crimson pyramid of seeded strawberries and, through a perforated, shell-shaped spoon, snowed white sugar upon them.
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