1 The heavy scent of the roses seemed to brood over everything.
2 Half of the audience went out, tramping in heavy boots and laughing.
3 As he left the room, Lord Henry's heavy eyelids drooped, and he began to think.
4 You see, I shan't have any delay about luggage, as I have sent on my heavy things.
5 The heavy odour of incense seemed to cling about its pages and to trouble the brain.
6 The heavy cart-horses slipped and stamped upon the rough stones, shaking their bells and trappings.
7 The air was heavy with the perfume of the flowers, and their beauty seemed to bring him an anodyne for his pain.
8 Crowned with heavy lotus-blossoms you had sat on the prow of Adrian's barge, gazing across the green turbid Nile.
9 He heard Campbell bringing in the heavy chest, and the irons, and the other things that he had required for his dreadful work.
10 The wind shook some blossoms from the trees, and the heavy lilac-blooms, with their clustering stars, moved to and fro in the languid air.
11 He was walking home about eleven o'clock from Lord Henry's, where he had been dining, and was wrapped in heavy furs, as the night was cold and foggy.
12 There he paused, hearing the slow heavy tread of the policeman on the pavement outside and seeing the flash of the bull's-eye reflected in the window.
13 The passersby glanced in wonder at the sullen heavy youth who, in coarse, ill-fitting clothes, was in the company of such a graceful, refined-looking girl.
14 Lord Henry elevated his eyebrows and looked at him in amazement through the thin blue wreaths of smoke that curled up in such fanciful whorls from his heavy, opium-tainted cigarette.
15 "I am afraid it is rather heavy," murmured Dorian as he unlocked the door that opened into the room that was to keep for him the curious secret of his life and hide his soul from the eyes of men.
16 The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
17 He would examine with minute care, and sometimes with a monstrous and terrible delight, the hideous lines that seared the wrinkling forehead or crawled around the heavy sensual mouth, wondering sometimes which were the more horrible, the signs of sin or the signs of age.
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