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第1372节（第68551-68600行） (1372/1584)
on
the
table
lit
up
the
delicate
china
and
hammered
silver
of
the
service
at
which
the
duchess
was
presiding.
her
white
hands
were
moving
daintily
among
the
cups,
and
her
full
red
lips
were
smiling
at
something
that
dorian
had
whispered
to
her.
lord
henry
was
lying
back
in