Chapter 19

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌⁠“There is no use your telling me that you are going to be good,” cried Lord Henry, dipping his white fingers into a red copper bowl filled with rose-water. “You are quite perfect. Pray, don’t change.”

Dorian Gray shook his head. “No, Harry, I have done too many dreadful things in my life. I am not going to do any more. I began my good actions yesterday.”

“Where were you yesterday?”

“In the country, H