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nd gold silk； and were starred with medallions of many saints and martyrs； among whom was st。 sebastian。 he had chasubles； also； of amber…coloured silk； and blue silk and gold brocade； and yellow silk damask and cloth of gold； figured with representations of the passion and crucifixion of christ； and embroidered with lions and peacocks and other emblems； dalmatics of white satin and pink silk damask； decorated with tulips and dolphins and fleurs…de…lys； altar frontals of crimson velvet and blue linen； and many corporals； chalice…veils； and sudaria。 in the mystic offices to which such things were put； there was something that quickened his imagination。
for these treasures； and everything that he collected in his lovely house； were to be to him means of forgetfulness； modes by which he could escape； for a season； from the fear that seemed to him at times to be almost too great to be borne。 upon the walls of the lonely locked room where he had spent so much of his boyhood； he had hung with his own hands the terrible portrait whose changing features showed him the real degradation of his life； and in front of it had draped the purple…and…gold pall as a curtain。 for weeks he would not go there； would forget the hideous painted thing； and get back his light heart； his wonderful joyousness； his passionate absorption in mere existence。 then； suddenly； some night he would creep out of the house； go down to dreadful places near blue gate fields； and stay there； day after day； until he was driven away。 on his return he would sit in front of the her times； with that pride of individualism that is half the fascination of sin； and smiling with secret pleasure at the misshapen shadow that had to bear the burden that should have been his own。
after a few years he could not endure to be long out of england； and gave up the villa that he had shared at trouville with lord henry； as well as the little white walled…in house at algiers where they had more than once spent the winter。 he hated to be separated from the picture that was such a part of his life； and was also afraid that during his absence some one might gain access to the room； in spite of the elaborate bars that he had caused to be placed upon the door。
he was quite conscious that this would tell them nothing。 it was true that the portrait still preserved； under all the foulness and ugliness of the face； its marked likeness to himself； but what could they learn from that？ he would laugh at any one who tried to taunt him。 he had not painted it。 what was it to him how vile and full of shame it looked？ even if he told them； would they believe it？
yet he was afraid。 sometimes when he was down at his great house in nottinghamshire； entertaining the fashionable young men of his own rank who were his chief panions； and astounding the county by the wanton luxury and gorgeous splendour of his mode of life； he would suddenly leave his guests and rush back to town to see that the door had not been tampered with and that the picture was still there。 what if it should be stolen？ the mere thought made him cold with horror。 surely the world would know his secret then。 perhaps the world already suspected it。
for； while he fascinated many； there were not a few who distrusted him。 he was very nearly blackballed at a west end club of which his birth and social position fully entitled him to bee a member； and it was said that on one occasion； when he was brought by a friend into the smoking…room of the churchill； the duke of berwick and another gentleman got up in a marked manner and went out。 curious stories became current about him after he had passed his twenty…fifth year。 it was rumoured that he had been seen brawling with foreign sailors in a low den in the distant parts of whitechapel； and that he consorted with thieves and coiners and knew the mysteries of their trade。 his extraordinary absences became notorious； and； when he used to reappear again in society； men would whisper to each other in corners； or pass him with a sneer； or look at him with cold searching eyes； as though they were determined to discover his secret。
of such insolences and attempted slights he； of course； took no notice； and in the opinion of most people his frank debonair manner； his charming boyish smile； and the infinite grace of that wonderful youth that seemed never to leave him； were in themselves a sufficient answer to the calumnies； for so they termed them； that were circulated about him。 it was remarked； however； that some of those who had been most intimate with him appeared； after a time； to shun him。 women who had wildly adored him； and for his sake had braved all social censure and set convention at defiance； were seen to grow pallid with shame or horror if dorian gray entered the room。
yet these whispered scandals only increased in the eyes of many his strange and dangerous charm。 his great wealth was a certain element of security。 societycivilized society； at least is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are both rich and fascinating。 it feels instinctively that manners are of more importance than morals； and； in its opinion； the highest respectability is of much less value than the possession of a good chef。 and； after all； it is a very poor consolation to be told that the man who has given one a bad dinner； or poor wine； is irreproachable in his private life。 even the cardinal virtues cannot atone for half…cold entr茅es； as lord henry remarked once； in a discussion on the subject； and there is possibly a good deal to be said for his view。 for the canons of good society are； or should be； the same as the canons of art。 form is absolutely essential to it。 it should have the dignity of a ceremony； as well as its unreality； and should bine the insincere character of a romantic play with the wit and beauty that make such plays delightful to us。 is insincerity such a terrible thing？ i think not。 it is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities。
such； at any rate； was dorian grays opinion。 he used to wonder at the shallow psychology of those who conceive the ego in man as a thing simple； permanent； reliable； and of one essence。 to him； man was a being with myriad lives and myriad sensations； a plex multiform creature that bore within itself strange legacies of thought and passion； and whose very flesh was tainted with the monstrous maladies of the dead。 he loved to stroll through the gaunt cold picture…gallery of his country house and look at the various portraits of those whose blood flowed in his veins。 here was philip herbert； described by francis osborne； in his memoires on the reigns of queen elizabeth and king james； as one who was 〃caressed by the court for his handsome face； which kept him not long pany。〃 was it young herberts life that he sometimes led？ had some strange poisonous germ crept from body to body till it had reached his own？ was it some dim sense of that ruined grace that had made him so suddenly； and almost without cause； give utterance； in basil hallwards studio； to the mad prayer that had so changed his life？ here； in gold…embroidered red doublet； jewelled surcoat； and gilt…edged ruff and wristbands； stood sir anthony sherard；