1 He hasn't changed much since then.
2 I am changed, but you must always be my friend.
3 It appeared to Dorian to have but little changed.
4 You have changed, of course, but not in appearance.
5 Dorian Gray changed his seat and went and sat by Lord Henry.
6 The picture, changed or unchanged, would be to him the visible emblem of conscience.
7 He knew it, and he felt as if his blood had changed in a moment from fire to sluggish ice.
8 It had changed in answer to a prayer; perhaps in answer to a prayer it might remain unchanged.
9 As he thought of Hetty Merton, he began to wonder if the portrait in the locked room had changed.
10 In the dim arrested light that struggled through the cream-coloured silk blinds, the face appeared to him to be a little changed.
11 Once, some one who had terribly loved him had written to him a mad letter, ending with these idolatrous words: "The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold."
12 What there was in it of the purely sensuous instinct of boyhood had been transformed by the workings of the imagination, changed into something that seemed to the lad himself to be remote from sense, and was for that very reason all the more dangerous.
13 He had changed, too--was strangely melancholy at times, appeared almost to dislike hearing music, and would never himself play, giving as his excuse, when he was called upon, that he was so absorbed in science that he had no time left in which to practise.
14 When the half-hour struck, he passed his hand across his forehead, and then got up hastily and dressed himself with even more than his usual care, giving a good deal of attention to the choice of his necktie and scarf-pin and changing his rings more than once.
15 He procured from Paris no less than nine large-paper copies of the first edition, and had them bound in different colours, so that they might suit his various moods and the changing fancies of a nature over which he seemed, at times, to have almost entirely lost control.
16 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.