Lines Matching refs:he
49 conceal the artist is art's aim. The critic is he who can translate
84 a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for
101 From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was
124 As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so
126 face, and seemed about to linger there. But he suddenly started up,
127 and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he
128 sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he
129 feared he might awake.
139 "I don't think I shall send it anywhere," he answered, tossing his head
154 "I know you will laugh at me," he replied, "but I really can't exhibit
164 Adonis, who looks as if he was made out of ivory and rose-leaves. Why,
165 my dear Basil, he is a Narcissus, and you--well, of course you have an
173 age of eighty what he was told to say when he was a boy of eighteen,
174 and as a natural consequence he always looks absolutely delightful.
239 going, Basil," he murmured, "and before I go, I insist on your
259 not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on
264 Lord Henry laughed. "And what is that?" he asked.
276 the grass and examined it. "I am quite sure I shall understand it," he
285 wings. Lord Henry felt as if he could hear Basil Hallward's heart
358 inseparable. Quite forget what he does--afraid he--doesn't do
367 Harry," he murmured--"or what enmity is, for that matter. You like
399 us makes an ass of himself, he is poaching on their preserves. When
411 do--he never dreams of considering whether the idea is right or wrong.
412 The only thing he considers of any importance is whether one believes
436 him, sketch from him. Of course, I have done all that. But he is much
447 Gray has been to me. The merely visible presence of this lad--for he
448 seems to me little more than a lad, though he is really over
450 that that means? Unconsciously he defines for me the lines of a fresh
466 some time he came back. "Harry," he said, "Dorian Gray is to me simply
497 The painter considered for a few moments. "He likes me," he answered
498 after a pause; "I know he likes me. Of course I flatter him
500 know I shall be sorry for having said. As a rule, he is charming to
502 then, however, he is horribly thoughtless, and seems to take a real
509 "Perhaps you will tire sooner than he will. It is a sad thing to think
519 you will look at your friend, and he will seem to you to be a little
522 that he has behaved very badly to you. The next time he calls, you
536 satisfied air, as if he had summed up the world in a phrase. There was
543 himself with silent amusement the tedious luncheon that he had missed
544 by staying so long with Basil Hallward. Had he gone to his aunt's, he
551 charming to have escaped all that! As he thought of his aunt, an idea
564 state that she never told me he was good-looking. Women have no
566 that he was very earnest and had a beautiful nature. I at once
590 Then he looked at Lord Henry. "Dorian Gray is my dearest friend," he
600 by the arm, he almost led him into the house.
608 "Forest Scenes." "You must lend me these, Basil," he cried. "I want
615 wilful, petulant manner. When he caught sight of Lord Henry, a faint
616 blush coloured his cheeks for a moment, and he started up. "I beg your
642 Lord Henry looked at him. Yes, he was certainly wonderfully handsome,
646 passionate purity. One felt that he had kept himself unspotted from
654 ready. He was looking worried, and when he heard Lord Henry's last
655 remark, he glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then said,
660 he asked.
663 moods, and I can't bear him when he sulks. Besides, I want you to tell
700 martyr, and made a little _moue_ of discontent to Lord Henry, to whom he
702 delightful contrast. And he had such a beautiful voice. After a few
703 moments he said to him, "Have you really a very bad influence, Lord
728 had come into the lad's face that he had never seen there before.
732 him, and that he had even in his Eton days, "I believe that if one man
759 For nearly ten minutes he stood there, motionless, with parted lips and
765 but that he felt was now vibrating and throbbing to curious pulses.
776 Yes; there had been things in his boyhood that he had not understood.
778 It seemed to him that he had been walking in fire. Why had he not
784 produced, and, remembering a book that he had read when he was sixteen,
785 a book which had revealed to him much that he had not known before, he
801 you, but he has certainly made you have the most wonderful expression.
802 I suppose he has been paying you compliments. You mustn't believe a
803 word that he says."
806 reason that I don't believe anything he has told me."
822 upon his shoulder. "You are quite right to do that," he murmured.
842 moved, as he spoke, like music, and seemed to have a language of their
843 own. But he felt afraid of him, and ashamed of being afraid. Why had
856 "What can it matter?" cried Dorian Gray, laughing, as he sat down on
933 "I am waiting," he cried. "Do come in. The light is quite perfect,
952 arm. "In that case, let our friendship be a caprice," he murmured,
966 finished," he cried at last, and stooping down he wrote his name in
972 "My dear fellow, I congratulate you most warmly," he said. "It is the
978 "Is it really finished?" he murmured, stepping down from the platform.
987 and turned towards it. When he saw it he drew back, and his cheeks
989 as if he had recognized himself for the first time. He stood there
998 now, as he stood gazing at the shadow of his own loveliness, the full
1006 As he thought of it, a sharp pang of pain struck through him like a
1014 "Of course he likes it," said Lord Henry. "Who wouldn't like it? It
1048 "Yes," he continued, "I am less to you than your ivory Hermes or your
1056 Hallward turned pale and caught his hand. "Dorian! Dorian!" he cried,
1067 into his eyes; he tore his hand away and, flinging himself on the
1068 divan, he buried his face in the cushions, as though he was praying.
1079 "You should have gone away when I asked you," he muttered.
1089 face and tear-stained eyes, looked at him as he walked over to the deal
1091 was he doing there? His fingers were straying about among the litter
1098 the studio. "Don't, Basil, don't!" he cried. "It would be murder!"
1101 coldly when he had recovered from his surprise. "I never thought you
1108 sent home. Then you can do what you like with yourself." And he walked
1117 Man is many things, but he is not rational. I am glad he is not, after
1175 "I shall stay with the real Dorian," he said, sadly.
1211 "I must go, Basil," he answered.
1213 "Very well," said Hallward, and he went over and laid down his cup on
1249 considered generous by Society as he fed the people who amused him.
1253 Paris, a post to which he considered that he was fully entitled by
1265 burning wood on his own hearth. In politics he was a Tory, except when
1266 the Tories were in office, during which period he roundly abused them
1268 him, and a terror to most of his relations, whom he bullied in turn.
1269 Only England could have produced him, and he always said that the
1273 When Lord Henry entered the room, he found his uncle sitting in a rough
1298 humbug from beginning to end. If a man is a gentleman, he knows quite
1299 enough, and if he is not a gentleman, whatever he knows is bad for him."
1304 "Mr. Dorian Gray? Who is he?" asked Lord Fermor, knitting his bushy
1308 who he is. He is the last Lord Kelso's grandson. His mother was a
1324 the fellow spitted his man as if he had been a pigeon. The thing was
1329 forgotten that. What sort of boy is he? If he is like his mother, he
1334 "I hope he will fall into proper hands," continued the old man. "He
1342 month. I hope he treated his grandson better than he did the jarvies."
1375 their parents, as English women are at concealing their past," he said,
1425 blow.... And how charming he had been at dinner the night before, as
1426 with startled eyes and lips parted in frightened pleasure he had sat
1439 whom by so curious a chance he had met in Basil's studio, or could be
1445 how interesting he was! The new manner in art, the fresh mode of
1458 century it was strange.... Yes; he would try to be to Dorian Gray
1464 Suddenly he stopped and glanced up at the houses. He found that he had
1466 When he entered the somewhat sombre hall, the butler told him that they
1485 having, as he explained once to Lady Agatha, said everything that he
1486 had to say before he was thirty. His own neighbour was Mrs. Vandeleur,
1492 earnest manner which is the one unpardonable error, as he remarked once
1497 nodding pleasantly to him across the table. "Do you think he will
1518 anything that he says."
1520 "When America was discovered," said the Radical member--and he began to
1522 subject, he exhausted his listeners. The duchess sighed and exercised
1544 against that great country," he said to Lady Agatha. "I have travelled
1576 the East End? I assure you he would be quite invaluable. They would
1579 "I want him to play to me," cried Lord Henry, smiling, and he looked
1598 then?" he asked.
1601 except the weather," he answered. "I am quite content with philosophic
1629 committed in your early days, Duchess?" he asked, looking at her across
1634 "Then commit them over again," he said gravely. "To get back one's
1642 "Yes," he continued, "that is one of the great secrets of life.
1651 with fancy and winged it with paradox. The praise of folly, as he went
1662 temperament he wished to fascinate seemed to give his wit keenness and
1673 him to some absurd meeting at Willis's Rooms, where he is going to be
1674 in the chair. If I am late he is sure to be furious, and I couldn't
1691 "You talk books away," he said; "why don't you write one?"
1727 Lord Henry laughed and rose. "I am going to the park," he cried.
1729 As he was passing out of the door, Dorian Gray touched him on the arm.
1730 "Let me come with you," he murmured.
1762 looking rather sulky, as with listless fingers he turned over the pages
1763 of an elaborately illustrated edition of Manon Lescaut that he had
1765 Louis Quatorze clock annoyed him. Once or twice he thought of going
1768 At last he heard a step outside, and the door opened. "How late you
1769 are, Harry!" he murmured.
1820 But he has been most pleasant. I am so glad I've seen him."
1837 frangipanni. Then he lit a cigarette and flung himself down on the
1840 "Never marry a woman with straw-coloured hair, Dorian," he said after a
1925 shirt. 'Have a box, my Lord?' he said, when he saw me, and he took off
2061 think, from his blank look of amazement, that he was under the
2066 "Then he asked me if I wrote for any of the newspapers. I told him I
2071 "I should not wonder if he was quite right there. But, on the other
2075 "Well, he seemed to think they were beyond his means," laughed Dorian.
2077 and I had to go. He wanted me to try some cigars that he strongly
2079 place again. When he saw me, he made me a low bow and assured me that
2081 though he had an extraordinary passion for Shakespeare. He told me
2083 due to 'The Bard,' as he insisted on calling him. He seemed to think
2145 "Well, I can't help going to see Sibyl play," he cried, "even if it is
2152 He shook his head. "To-night she is Imogen," he answered, "and
2168 Harry, how I worship her!" He was walking up and down the room as he
2173 he was now from the shy frightened boy he had met in Basil Hallward's
2212 horrid of me, as he has sent me my portrait in the most wonderful
2222 "Oh, Basil is the best of fellows, but he seems to me to be just a bit
2227 work. The consequence is that he has nothing left for life but his
2236 poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they
2244 As he left the room, Lord Henry's heavy eyelids drooped, and he began
2251 import. And so he had begun by vivisecting himself, as he had ended by
2283 yet spring. The pulse and passion of youth were in him, but he was
2285 beautiful face, and his beautiful soul, he was a thing to wonder at.
2339 When he arrived home, about half-past twelve o'clock, he saw a telegram
2341 Gray. It was to tell him that he was engaged to be married to Sibyl
2366 "He is not a gentleman, Mother, and I hate the way he talks to me,"
2402 "Mother, Mother," she cried, "why does he love me so much? I know why
2403 I love him. I love him because he is like what love himself should be.
2404 But what does he see in me? I am not worthy of him. And yet--why, I
2421 should have shown more consideration. However, as I said before, if he
2449 felt a little disappointed that he had not joined the group. It would
2470 "I am too shabby," he answered, frowning. "Only swell people go to the
2475 He hesitated for a moment. "Very well," he said at last, "but don't be
2479 He walked up and down the room two or three times. Then he turned to
2480 the still figure in the chair. "Mother, are my things ready?" he asked.
2485 their eyes met. She used to wonder if he suspected anything. The
2486 silence, for he made no other observation, became intolerable to her.
2494 "I hate offices, and I hate clerks," he replied. "But you are quite
2509 always most polite to me. Besides, he has the appearance of being
2510 rich, and the flowers he sends are lovely."
2518 James Vane bit his lip. "Watch over Sibyl, Mother," he cried, "watch
2523 she should not contract an alliance with him. I trust he is one of the
2535 "Nothing," he answered. "I suppose one must be serious sometimes.
2541 She was extremely annoyed at the tone he had adopted with her, and
2559 Jim frowned from time to time when he caught the inquisitive glance of
2566 sail, about the gold he was certain to find, about the wonderful
2567 heiress whose life he was to save from the wicked, red-shirted
2568 bushrangers. For he was not to remain a sailor, or a supercargo, or
2569 whatever he was going to be. Oh, no! A sailor's existence was
2574 and go off at once to the gold-fields. Before a week was over he was to
2581 language. He was to be a nice sheep-farmer, and one evening, as he was
2582 riding home, he was to see the beautiful heiress being carried off by a
2584 she would fall in love with him, and he with her, and they would get
2586 there were delightful things in store for him. But he must be very
2588 only a year older than he was, but she knew so much more of life. He
2590 prayers each night before he went to sleep. God was very good, and
2592 he would come back quite rich and happy.
2598 Inexperienced though he was, he had still a strong sense of the danger
2600 mean her no good. He was a gentleman, and he hated him for that, hated
2601 him through some curious race-instinct for which he could not account,
2609 he had brooded on for many months of silence. A chance phrase that he
2611 one night as he waited at the stage-door, had set loose a train of
2614 furrow, and with a twitch of pain he bit his underlip.
2629 "You have a new friend, I hear. Who is he? Why have you not told me
2635 "Why, you don't even know his name," answered the lad. "Who is he? I
2648 to his loafers at the bar. He has preached me as a dogma; to-night he
2693 She started to her feet. "There he is!" she cried.
2700 Which is he? Point him out. I must see him!" he exclaimed; but at
2706 "I wish I had, for as sure as there is a God in heaven, if he ever does
2714 as she passed through the crowd. He felt glad at what he had said.
2724 "I am sixteen," he answered, "and I know what I am about. Mother is no
2739 "And he?"
2751 insisted that she should do so. He said that he would sooner part with
2753 scene, and he detested scenes of every kind.
2758 neck, and her fingers strayed through his hair, he softened and kissed
2759 her with real affection. There were tears in his eyes as he went
2763 unpunctuality, as he entered. He made no answer, but sat down to his
2766 street-cabs, he could hear the droning voice devouring each minute that
2769 After some time, he thrust away his plate and put his head in his
2770 hands. He felt that he had a right to know. It should have been told
2771 to him before, if it was as he suspected. Leaden with fear, his mother
2774 he got up and went to the door. Then he turned back and looked at her.
2775 Their eyes met. In hers he saw a wild appeal for mercy. It enraged
2778 "Mother, I have something to ask you," he said. Her eyes wandered
2793 She shook her head. "I knew he was not free. We loved each other very
2794 much. If he had lived, he would have made provision for us. Don't
2796 Indeed, he was highly connected."
2798 An oath broke from his lips. "I don't care for myself," he exclaimed,
2800 with her, or says he is? Highly connected, too, I suppose."
2806 The lad was touched. He went towards her, and stooping down, he kissed
2807 her. "I am sorry if I have pained you by asking about my father," he
2810 that if this man wrongs my sister, I will find out who he is, track him
2818 emotional scale, but he cut her short. Trunks had to be carried down
2845 as he spoke.
2847 Hallward started and then frowned. "Dorian engaged to be married!" he
2864 he was married. I said he was engaged to be married. There is a great
2882 beautiful, and he is not often wrong about things of that kind. Your
2904 If he wedded Messalina, he would be none the less interesting. You
2926 and find good qualities in the highwayman in the hope that he may spare
2949 Henry, putting his hand on the lad's shoulder and smiling as he spoke.
3012 he answered. "I asked the question for the best reason possible, for
3023 one can wish to shame the thing he loves. I love Sibyl Vane. I want
3038 "Pleasure is the only thing worth having a theory about," he answered
3050 "To be good is to be in harmony with one's self," he replied, touching
3086 "That is certainly better than being adored," he answered, toying with
3102 "Possibly," he sighed, "but they invariably want it back in such very
3109 "You will always like me, Dorian," he replied. "Will you have some
3139 Dorian Gray would never again be to him all that he had been in the
3142 up at the theatre, it seemed to him that he had grown years older.
3153 he had come to look for Miranda and had been met by Caliban. Lord
3154 Henry, upon the other hand, rather liked him. At least he declared he
3155 did, and insisted on shaking him by the hand and assuring him that he
3194 you would understand me. Harry is so cynical, he terrifies me. But
3203 that he had ever seen. There was something of the fawn in her shy
3232 Dorian Gray grew pale as he watched her. He was puzzled and anxious.
3273 beautiful, Dorian," he said, "but she can't act. Let us go."
3282 "I wish she were ill," he rejoined. "But she seems to me to be simply
3306 to his eyes. His lips trembled, and rushing to the back of the box, he
3326 When he entered, she looked at him, and an expression of infinite joy
3329 "Horribly!" he answered, gazing at her in amazement. "Horribly! It
3338 "Understand what?" he asked, angrily.
3381 killed my love," he muttered.
3388 Then he leaped up and went to the door. "Yes," he cried, "you have
3409 "Acting! I leave that to you. You do it so well," he answered
3414 looked into his eyes. He thrust her back. "Don't touch me!" he cried.
3437 "I am going," he said at last in his calm clear voice. "I don't wish
3442 turned on his heel and left the room. In a few moments he was out of
3445 Where he went to he hardly knew. He remembered wandering through dimly
3452 As the dawn was just breaking, he found himself close to Covent Garden.
3459 cherries. He thanked him, wondered why he refused to accept any money
3472 After a little while, he hailed a hansom and drove home. For a few
3473 moments he loitered upon the doorstep, looking round at the silent
3485 ground floor that, in his new-born feeling for luxury, he had just had
3488 he was turning the handle of the door, his eye fell upon the portrait
3490 Then he went on into his own room, looking somewhat puzzled. After he
3491 had taken the button-hole out of his coat, he seemed to hesitate.
3492 Finally, he came back, went over to the picture, and examined it. In
3500 corners, where they lay shuddering. But the strange expression that he
3503 lines of cruelty round the mouth as clearly as if he had been looking
3504 into a mirror after he had done some dreadful thing.
3512 again. There were no signs of any change when he looked into the
3518 flashed across his mind what he had said in Basil Hallward's studio the
3519 day the picture had been finished. Yes, he remembered it perfectly.
3520 He had uttered a mad wish that he himself might remain young, and the
3524 thought, and that he might keep all the delicate bloom and loveliness
3530 Cruelty! Had he been cruel? It was the girl's fault, not his. He had
3531 dreamed of her as a great artist, had given his love to her because he
3534 him, as he thought of her lying at his feet sobbing like a little
3535 child. He remembered with what callousness he had watched her. Why
3536 had he been made like that? Why had such a soul been given to him?
3537 But he had suffered also. During the three terrible hours that the
3538 play had lasted, he had lived centuries of pain, aeon upon aeon of
3540 moment, if he had wounded her for an age. Besides, women were better
3544 him that, and Lord Henry knew what women were. Why should he trouble
3547 But the picture? What was he to say of that? It held the secret of
3549 beauty. Would it teach him to loathe his own soul? Would he ever look
3553 horrible night that he had passed had left phantoms behind it.
3562 roses would die. For every sin that he committed, a stain would fleck
3563 and wreck its fairness. But he would not sin. The picture, changed or
3570 must have suffered more than he had. Poor child! He had been selfish
3576 portrait, shuddering as he glanced at it. "How horrible!" he murmured
3577 to himself, and he walked across to the window and opened it. When he
3578 stepped out on to the grass, he drew a deep breath. The fresh morning
3588 It was long past noon when he awoke. His valet had crept several times
3589 on tiptoe into the room to see if he was stirring, and had wondered
3596 "Monsieur has well slept this morning," he said, smiling.
3605 The others he opened listlessly. They contained the usual collection
3609 bill for a chased silver Louis-Quinze toilet-set that he had not yet
3617 After about ten minutes he got up, and throwing on an elaborate
3620 sleep. He seemed to have forgotten all that he had gone through. A
3624 As soon as he was dressed, he went into the library and sat down to a
3631 Suddenly his eye fell on the screen that he had placed in front of the
3632 portrait, and he started.
3637 Dorian shook his head. "I am not cold," he murmured.
3646 the dim twilight, and then in the bright dawn, he had seen the touch of
3648 room. He knew that when he was alone he would have to examine the
3650 had been brought and the man turned to go, he felt a wild desire to
3651 tell him to remain. As the door was closing behind him, he called him
3653 a moment. "I am not at home to any one, Victor," he said with a sigh.
3656 Then he rose from the table, lit a cigarette, and flung himself down on
3662 Should he move it aside, after all? Why not let it stay there? What
3666 change? What should he do if Basil Hallward came and asked to look at
3671 He got up and locked both doors. At least he would be alone when he
3672 looked upon the mask of his shame. Then he drew the screen aside and
3676 As he often remembered afterwards, and always with no small wonder, he
3687 One thing, however, he felt that it had done for him. It had made him
3688 conscious how unjust, how cruel, he had been to Sibyl Vane. It was not
3702 way through the sanguine labyrinth of passion through which he was
3703 wandering. He did not know what to do, or what to think. Finally, he
3704 went over to the table and wrote a passionate letter to the girl he had
3710 letter, he felt that he had been forgiven.
3712 Suddenly there came a knock to the door, and he heard Lord Henry's
3718 in, and to explain to him the new life he was going to lead, to quarrel
3723 "I am so sorry for it all, Dorian," said Lord Henry as he entered.
3777 took both his hands in his own and held them tightly. "Dorian," he
3781 A cry of pain broke from the lad's lips, and he leaped to his feet,
3796 Finally he stammered, in a stifled voice, "Harry, did you say an
3847 reform a man is by boring him so completely that he loses all possible
3880 The lad frowned. "I don't like that explanation, Harry," he rejoined,
4000 myself, Harry," he murmured with something of a sigh of relief. "I
4034 As he closed the door behind him, Dorian Gray touched the bell, and in
4039 As soon as he had left, he rushed to the screen and drew it back. No;
4041 of Sibyl Vane's death before he had known of it himself. It was
4046 passed within the soul? He wondered, and hoped that some day he would
4047 see the change taking place before his very eyes, shuddering as he
4057 theatre. When he thought of her, it would be as a wonderful tragic
4059 love. A wonderful tragic figure? Tears came to his eyes as he
4068 sins--he was to have all these things. The portrait was to bear the
4071 A feeling of pain crept over him as he thought of the desecration that
4073 of Narcissus, he had kissed, or feigned to kiss, those painted lips
4074 that now smiled so cruelly at him. Morning after morning he had sat
4077 which he yielded? Was it to become a monstrous and loathsome thing, to
4082 For a moment, he thought of praying that the horrible sympathy that
4103 he would still be standing where spring trembles on the verge of
4105 mask of chalk with leaden eyes, he would keep the glamour of boyhood.
4107 his life would ever weaken. Like the gods of the Greeks, he would be
4112 smiling as he did so, and passed into his bedroom, where his valet was
4113 already waiting for him. An hour later he was at the opera, and Lord
4120 As he was sitting at breakfast next morning, Basil Hallward was shown
4123 "I am so glad I have found you, Dorian," he said gravely. "I called
4148 he is not on the stage. He is a sailor, or something. And now, tell
4166 is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a
4180 deal to Harry, Basil," he said at last, "more than I owe to you. You
4185 "I don't know what you mean, Basil," he exclaimed, turning round. "I
4200 The elder man buried his face in his hands. "How fearful," he
4225 Finally he succeeded, and nothing could exceed his disappointment. He
4245 fond of Harry. But I know that you are better than he is. You are not
4256 "Well, Dorian," he said at length, with a sad smile, "I won't speak to
4263 vulgar about everything of the kind. "They don't know my name," he
4278 "I can never sit to you again, Basil. It is impossible!" he exclaimed,
4281 The painter stared at him. "My dear boy, what nonsense!" he cried.
4297 A cry of terror broke from Dorian Gray's lips, and he rushed between
4298 the painter and the screen. "Basil," he said, looking very pale, "you
4319 want me to," he said, rather coldly, turning on his heel and going over
4328 That was impossible. Something--he did not know what--had to be done
4339 perspiration there. He felt that he was on the brink of a horrible
4340 danger. "You told me a month ago that you would never exhibit it," he
4349 an hour, get Basil to tell you why he won't exhibit your picture. He
4350 told me why he wouldn't, and it was a revelation to me." Yes, perhaps
4353 "Basil," he said, coming over quite close and looking him straight in
4431 for the time. Yet he could not help feeling infinite pity for the
4433 if he himself would ever be so dominated by the personality of a
4442 "I saw something in it," he answered, "something that seemed to me very
4499 As he left the room, Dorian Gray smiled to himself. Poor Basil! How
4500 little he knew of the true reason! And how strange it was that,
4501 instead of having been forced to reveal his own secret, he had
4505 curious reticences--he understood them all now, and he felt sorry.
4518 When his servant entered, he looked at him steadfastly and wondered if
4519 he had thought of peering behind the screen. The man was quite
4523 There was nothing to be afraid of, there. Yet he thought it best to be
4526 Speaking very slowly, he told him to tell the house-keeper that he
4546 of him. "That does not matter," he answered. "I simply want to see
4554 "No, no," he cried petulantly. "Thank you, Leaf. That will do."
4573 He shuddered, and for a moment he regretted that he had not told Basil
4574 the true reason why he had wished to hide the picture away. Basil
4577 that he bore him--for it was really love--had nothing in it that was
4593 Compared to what he saw in it of censure or rebuke, how shallow Basil's
4596 calling him to judgement. A look of pain came across him, and he flung
4597 the rich pall over the picture. As he did so, a knock came to the
4604 something sly about him, and he had thoughtful, treacherous eyes.
4605 Sitting down at the writing-table he scribbled a note to Lord Henry,
4609 "Wait for an answer," he said, handing it to him, "and show the men in
4617 artists who dealt with him. As a rule, he never left his shop. He
4618 waited for people to come to him. But he always made an exception in
4622 "What can I do for you, Mr. Gray?" he said, rubbing his fat freckled
4659 reached the top landing. And he wiped his shiny forehead.
4661 "I am afraid it is rather heavy," murmured Dorian as he unlocked the
4666 since he had used it first as a play-room when he was a child, and then
4667 as a study when he grew somewhat older. It was a large,
4670 to his mother, and also for other reasons, he had always hated and
4674 he had so often hidden himself as a boy. There the satinwood book-case
4678 carrying hooded birds on their gauntleted wrists. How well he
4680 him as he looked round. He recalled the stainless purity of his boyish
4682 was to be hidden away. How little he had thought, in those dead days,
4689 would not see it. Why should he watch the hideous corruption of his
4697 mouth, and he might show to the world Basil Hallward's masterpiece.
4706 cold, blue-veined hands, the twisted body, that he remembered in the
4710 "Bring it in, Mr. Hubbard, please," he said, wearily, turning round.
4721 Dorian started. "It would not interest you, Mr. Hubbard," he said,
4723 him to the ground if he dared to lift the gorgeous hanging that
4736 On reaching the library, he found that it was just after five o'clock
4744 returned. He wondered if he had met the men in the hall as they were
4747 while he had been laying the tea-things. The screen had not been set
4748 back, and a blank space was visible on the wall. Perhaps some night he
4757 note. It was simply to say that he sent him round the evening paper,
4758 and a book that might interest him, and that he would be at the club at
4780 Perhaps he had read it and had begun to suspect something. And, yet,
4785 it, he wondered. He went towards the little, pearl-coloured octagonal
4789 few minutes he became absorbed. It was the strangest book that he had
4792 show before him. Things that he had dimly dreamed of were suddenly
4793 made real to him. Things of which he had never dreamed were gradually
4816 produced in the mind of the lad, as he passed from chapter to chapter,
4821 through the windows. He read on by its wan light till he could read no
4823 lateness of the hour, he got up, and going into the next room, placed
4827 It was almost nine o'clock before he reached the club, where he found
4830 "I am so sorry, Harry," he cried, "but really it is entirely your
4848 this book. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he never
4852 changing fancies of a nature over which he seemed, at times, to have
4857 life, written before he had lived it.
4859 In one point he was more fortunate than the novel's fantastic hero. He
4866 place--that he used to read the latter part of the book, with its
4868 despair of one who had himself lost what in others, and the world, he
4881 so charming and graceful as he was could have escaped the stain of an
4886 his friends, or thought that they were so, he himself would creep
4904 disguise, it was his habit to frequent, he would think of the ruin he
4909 with gratification. The more he knew, the more he desired to know. He
4910 had mad hungers that grew more ravenous as he fed them.
4912 Yet he was not really reckless, at any rate in his relations to
4914 Wednesday evening while the season lasted, he would throw open to the
4926 perfect manner of a citizen of the world. To them he seemed to be of
4928 themselves perfect by the worship of beauty." Like Gautier, he was one
4937 time he affected, had their marked influence on the young exquisites of
4939 everything that he did, and tried to reproduce the accidental charm of
4942 For, while he was but too ready to accept the position that was almost
4944 subtle pleasure in the thought that he might really become to the
4946 Satyricon once had been, yet in his inmost heart he desired to be
4962 dominant characteristic. As he looked back upon man moving through
4963 history, he was haunted by a feeling of loss. So much had been
5020 possess that element of strangeness that is so essential to romance, he
5021 would often adopt certain modes of thought that he knew to be really
5029 It was rumoured of him once that he was about to join the Roman
5044 subtle fascination for him. As he passed out, he used to look with
5049 But he never fell into the error of arresting his intellectual
5056 season; and for a season he inclined to the materialistic doctrines of
5068 And so he would now study perfumes and the secrets of their
5082 At another time he devoted himself entirely to music, and in a long
5084 olive-green lacquer, he used to give curious concerts in which mad
5105 performer does not blow, but through which he inhales the air; the
5113 one that Bernal Diaz saw when he went with Cortes into the Mexican
5114 temple, and of whose doleful sound he has left us so vivid a
5116 him, and he felt a curious delight in the thought that art, like
5118 voices. Yet, after some time, he wearied of them, and would sit in his
5123 On one occasion he took up the study of jewels, and appeared at a
5128 stones that he had collected, such as the olive-green chrysoberyl that
5174 great pit, he flung it away--Procopius tells the story--nor was it ever
5178 that he worshipped.
5201 Then he turned his attention to embroideries and to the tapestries that
5203 nations of Europe. As he investigated the subject--and he always had
5205 in whatever he took up--he was almost saddened by the reflection of the
5209 story of their shame, but he was unchanged. No winter marred his face
5245 And so, for a whole year, he sought to accumulate the most exquisite
5246 specimens that he could find of textile and embroidered work, getting
5258 he had for everything connected with the service of the Church. In the
5259 long cedar chests that lined the west gallery of his house, he had
5287 For these treasures, and everything that he collected in his lovely
5288 house, were to be to him means of forgetfulness, modes by which he
5291 locked room where he had spent so much of his boyhood, he had hung with
5294 purple-and-gold pall as a curtain. For weeks he would not go there,
5297 Then, suddenly, some night he would creep out of the house, go down to
5299 until he was driven away. On his return he would sit in front of the
5305 After a few years he could not endure to be long out of England, and
5306 gave up the villa that he had shared at Trouville with Lord Henry, as
5311 elaborate bars that he had caused to be placed upon the door.
5318 looked? Even if he told them, would they believe it?
5320 Yet he was afraid. Sometimes when he was down at his great house in
5323 luxury and gorgeous splendour of his mode of life, he would suddenly
5330 For, while he fascinated many, there were not a few who distrusted him.
5333 said that on one occasion, when he was brought by a friend into the
5336 became current about him after he had passed his twenty-fifth year. It
5337 was rumoured that he had been seen brawling with foreign sailors in a
5338 low den in the distant parts of Whitechapel, and that he consorted with
5340 extraordinary absences became notorious, and, when he used to reappear
5345 Of such insolences and attempted slights he, of course, took no notice,
5387 that he sometimes led? Had some strange poisonous germ crept from body
5402 the strange stories that were told about her lovers. Had he something
5405 hair and fantastic patches? How evil he looked! The face was
5412 Fitzherbert? How proud and handsome he was, with his chestnut curls
5413 and insolent pose! What passions had he bequeathed? The world had
5418 with her Lady Hamilton face and her moist, wine-dashed lips--he knew
5419 what he had got from her. He had got from her his beauty, and his
5424 brilliancy of colour. They seemed to follow him wherever he went.
5430 was merely the record of his own life, not as he had lived it in act
5432 had been in his brain and in his passions. He felt that he had known
5439 himself known this curious fancy. In the seventh chapter he tells how,
5440 crowned with laurel, lest lightning might strike him, he had sat, as
5453 Caesar as he passed by; and, as Elagabalus, had painted his face with
5463 from the dead thing he fondled; Pietro Barbi, the Venetian, known as
5474 that he might serve at the feast as Ganymede or Hylas; Ezzelin, whose
5491 and whose comeliness was such that, as he lay dying in the yellow
5500 were moments when he looked on evil simply as a mode through which he
5508 birthday, as he often remembered afterwards.
5510 He was walking home about eleven o'clock from Lord Henry's, where he
5516 which he could not account, came over him. He made no sign of
5525 your tired servant and told him to go to bed, as he let me out. I am
5542 languidly as he passed up the steps and opened the door with his
5546 watch. "I have heaps of time," he answered. "The train doesn't go
5558 Hallward shook his head, as he entered, and followed Dorian into the
5569 Dorian shrugged his shoulders. "I believe he married Lady Radley's
5572 of the French, doesn't it? But--do you know?--he was not at all a bad
5575 devoted to me and seemed quite sorry when he went away. Have another
5580 and coat off and throwing them on the bag that he had placed in the
5591 Dorian sighed and lit a cigarette. "Half an hour!" he murmured.
5631 him what he meant. He told me. He told me right out before everybody.
5635 with a tarnished name. You and he were inseparable. What about Adrian
5639 Perth? What sort of life has he got now? What gentleman would
5645 It is because I know everything about his life, not because he knows
5646 anything about mine. With such blood as he has in his veins, how could
5664 judge of a man by the effect he has over his friends. Yours seem to
5711 shall see it yourself, to-night!" he cried, seizing a lamp from the
5720 There was the madness of pride in every word he uttered. He stamped
5725 hideous memory of what he had done.
5727 "Yes," he continued, coming closer to him and looking steadfastly into
5731 Hallward started back. "This is blasphemy, Dorian!" he cried. "You
5744 right had he to pry into the life of Dorian Gray? If he had done a
5745 tithe of what was rumoured about him, how much he must have suffered!
5746 Then he straightened himself up, and walked over to the fire-place, and
5752 He turned round. "What I have to say is this," he cried. "You must
5760 upstairs, Basil," he said quietly. "I keep a diary of my life from day
5782 knowing, Basil?" he asked in a low voice.
5786 "I am delighted," he answered, smiling. Then he added, somewhat
5789 think"; and, taking up the lamp, he opened the door and went in. A
5791 a flame of murky orange. He shuddered. "Shut the door behind you," he
5792 whispered, as he placed the lamp on the table.
5799 standing on the mantelshelf, he saw that the whole place was covered
5809 "You won't? Then I must do it myself," said the young man, and he tore
5812 An exclamation of horror broke from the painter's lips as he saw in the
5815 Good heavens! it was Dorian Gray's own face that he was looking at!
5823 idea was monstrous, yet he felt afraid. He seized the lighted candle,
5828 done that. Still, it was his own picture. He knew it, and he felt as
5885 is true," he exclaimed, "and this is what you have done with your life,
5888 surface seemed to be quite undisturbed and as he had left it. It was
5896 he flung himself into the rickety chair that was standing by the table
5900 answer, but he could hear the young man sobbing at the window. "Pray,
5901 Dorian, pray," he murmured. "What is it that one was taught to say in
5909 eyes. "It is too late, Basil," he faltered.
5924 stirred within him, and he loathed the man who was seated at the table,
5925 more than in his whole life he had ever loathed anything. He glanced
5928 knife that he had brought up, some days before, to cut a piece of cord,
5930 passing Hallward as he did so. As soon as he got behind him, he seized
5931 it and turned round. Hallward stirred in his chair as if he was going
5941 he threw the knife on the table, and listened.
5945 quiet. No one was about. For a few seconds he stood bending over the
5947 Then he took out the key and returned to the room, locking himself in
5948 as he did so.
5971 Having reached the door, he turned the key and opened it. He did not
5977 Then he remembered the lamp. It was a rather curious one of Moorish
5981 moment, then he turned back and took it from the table. He could not
5985 Having locked the door behind him, he crept quietly downstairs. The
5990 When he reached the library, he saw the bag and coat in the corner.
5992 was in the wainscoting, a press in which he kept his own curious
5994 Then he pulled out his watch. It was twenty minutes to two.
5997 were strangled in England for what he had done. There had been a
6003 train, as he had intended. With his curious reserved habits, it would
6008 out into the hall. There he paused, hearing the slow heavy tread of
6012 After a few moments he drew back the latch and slipped out, shutting
6013 the door very gently behind him. Then he began ringing the bell. In
6017 "I am sorry to have had to wake you up, Francis," he said, stepping in;
6030 "Mr. Hallward, sir. He stayed here till eleven, and then he went away
6033 "Oh! I am sorry I didn't see him. Did he leave any message?"
6035 "No, sir, except that he would write to you from Paris, if he did not
6045 library. For a quarter of an hour he walked up and down the room,
6046 biting his lip and thinking. Then he took down the Blue Book from one
6048 Hertford Street, Mayfair." Yes; that was the man he wanted.
6059 The man had to touch him twice on the shoulder before he woke, and as
6060 he opened his eyes a faint smile passed across his lips, as though he
6061 had been lost in some delightful dream. Yet he had not dreamed at all.
6072 with terrible distinctness. He winced at the memory of all that he had
6074 Basil Hallward that had made him kill him as he sat in the chair came
6075 back to him, and he grew cold with passion. The dead man was still
6079 He felt that if he brooded on what he had gone through he would sicken
6088 When the half-hour struck, he passed his hand across his forehead, and
6093 about some new liveries that he was thinking of getting made for the
6095 the letters, he smiled. Three of them bored him. One he read several
6100 After he had drunk his cup of black coffee, he wiped his lips slowly
6102 table, sat down and wrote two letters. One he put in his pocket, the
6103 other he handed to the valet.
6108 As soon as he was alone, he lit a cigarette and began sketching upon a
6110 then human faces. Suddenly he remarked that every face that he drew
6113 He was determined that he would not think about what had happened until
6114 it became absolutely necessary that he should do so.
6116 When he had stretched himself on the sofa, he looked at the title-page
6120 pomegranates. It had been given to him by Adrian Singleton. As he
6125 passed on, till he came to those lovely stanzas upon Venice:
6150 the dim, dust-stained arcades. Leaning back with half-closed eyes, he
6157 that he had passed there, and a wonderful love that had stirred him to
6167 smoke their long tasselled pipes and talk gravely to each other; he
6172 that crawl over the green steaming mud; he began to brood over those
6178 England? Days would elapse before he could come back. Perhaps he
6179 might refuse to come. What could he do then? Every moment was of
6187 He was an extremely clever young man, though he had no real
6189 beauty of poetry he possessed he had gained entirely from Dorian. His
6190 dominant intellectual passion was for science. At Cambridge he had
6192 a good class in the Natural Science Tripos of his year. Indeed, he was
6194 own in which he used to shut himself up all day long, greatly to the
6201 be able to exercise whenever he wished--and, indeed, exercised often
6213 music, and would never himself play, giving as his excuse, when he was
6214 called upon, that he was so absorbed in science that he had no time
6215 left in which to practise. And this was certainly true. Every day he
6220 This was the man Dorian Gray was waiting for. Every second he kept
6221 glancing at the clock. As the minutes went by he became horribly
6222 agitated. At last he got up and began to pace up and down the room,
6227 feet of lead, while he by monstrous winds was being swept towards the
6230 his burning lids as though he would have robbed the very brain of sight
6249 "Ask him to come in at once, Francis." He felt that he was himself
6261 steady searching gaze that he turned on Dorian. He kept his hands in
6263 gesture with which he had been greeted.
6270 that what he was going to do was dreadful.
6272 After a strained moment of silence, he leaned across and said, very
6273 quietly, but watching the effect of each word upon the face of him he
6277 that. Who the man is, why he died, how he died, are matters that do
6292 person come into the house. Indeed, at the present moment he is
6293 supposed to be in Paris. He will not be missed for months. When he is
6320 he has taught you. Nothing will induce me to stir a step to help you.
6324 "Alan, it was murder. I killed him. You don't know what he had made
6325 me suffer. Whatever my life is, he had more to do with the making or
6382 The same look of pity came into Dorian Gray's eyes. Then he stretched
6385 table. Having done this, he got up and went over to the window.
6388 opened it. As he read it, his face became ghastly pale and he fell
6395 "I am so sorry for you, Alan," he murmured, "but you leave me no
6411 A groan broke from Campbell's lips and he shivered all over. The
6415 forehead, as if the disgrace with which he was threatened had already
6421 "I cannot do it," he said, mechanically, as though words could alter
6438 he rang the bell and gave it to his valet, with orders to return as
6450 "You are infamous, absolutely infamous!" he muttered.
6460 part of the pity for me that I have for you." He turned away as he
6467 "Shall I leave the things here, sir?" he asked Campbell.
6484 he said in a calm indifferent voice. The presence of a third person in
6487 Campbell frowned and bit his lip. "It will take about five hours," he
6503 it in the lock. Then he stopped, and a troubled look came into his
6504 eyes. He shuddered. "I don't think I can go in, Alan," he murmured.
6508 Dorian half opened the door. As he did so, he saw the face of his
6510 curtain was lying. He remembered that the night before he had
6512 and was about to rush forward, when he drew back with a shudder.
6517 silent thing that he knew was stretched across the table, the thing
6519 it had not stirred, but was still there, as he had left it.
6523 he would not look even once upon the dead man. Then, stooping down and
6524 taking up the gold-and-purple hanging, he flung it right over the
6527 There he stopped, feeling afraid to turn round, and his eyes fixed
6530 things that he had required for his dreadful work. He began to wonder
6531 if he and Basil Hallward had ever met, and, if so, what they had
6538 glistening yellow face. As he was going downstairs, he heard the key
6543 he muttered. "And now, good-bye. Let us never see each other again."
6548 As soon as Campbell had left, he went upstairs. There was a horrible
6559 throbbing with maddened nerves, and he felt wildly excited, but his
6560 manner as he bent over his hostess's hand was as easy and graceful as
6563 have believed that he had passed through a tragedy as horrible as any
6606 it was certainly a tedious party. Two of the people he had never seen
6621 He was rather sorry he had come, till Lady Narborough, looking at the
6624 so late! I sent round to him this morning on chance and he promised
6628 opened and he heard his slow musical voice lending charm to some
6629 insincere apology, he ceased to feel bored.
6631 But at dinner he could not eat anything. Plate after plate went away
6642 "I believe he is in love," cried Lady Narborough, "and that he is
6660 "She is still _decolletee_," he answered, taking an olive in his long
6705 monstrous," he said, at last, "the way people go about nowadays saying
6709 "Isn't he incorrigible?" cried Dorian, leaning forward in his chair.
6717 detested her first husband. When a man marries again, it is because he
6722 "If he had been, you would not have loved him, my dear lady," was the
6762 Henry. "A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love
6771 "I like men who have a future and women who have a past," he answered.
6801 race--sound English common sense he jovially termed it--was shown to be
6804 A smile curved Lord Henry's lips, and he turned round and looked at
6807 "Are you better, my dear fellow?" he asked. "You seemed rather out of
6821 "He bores me dreadfully, almost as much as he bores her. She is very
6841 "I don't know if he will be able to come, Harry. He may have to go to
6850 "No, Harry," he said at last, "I did not get home till nearly three."
6854 "Yes," he answered. Then he bit his lip. "No, I don't mean that. I
6874 "I will try to be there, Harry," he said, leaving the room. As he
6875 drove back to his own house, he was conscious that the sense of terror
6876 he thought he had strangled had come back to him. Lord Henry's casual
6877 questioning had made him lose his nerve for the moment, and he wanted
6881 Yet it had to be done. He realized that, and when he had locked the
6882 door of his library, he opened the secret press into which he had
6886 everything. At the end he felt faint and sick, and having lit some
6887 Algerian pastilles in a pierced copper brazier, he bathed his hands and
6890 Suddenly he started. His eyes grew strangely bright, and he gnawed
6894 and make afraid, as though it held something that he longed for and yet
6897 the long fringed lashes almost touched his cheek. But he still watched
6898 the cabinet. At last he got up from the sofa on which he had been
6910 hot, he drew himself up and glanced at the clock. It was twenty
6912 he did so, and went into his bedroom.
6916 quietly out of his house. In Bond Street he found a hansom with a good
6919 The man shook his head. "It is too far for me," he muttered.
6925 after his fare had got in he turned his horse round and drove rapidly
6940 now and then he repeated to himself the words that Lord Henry had said
6960 was possible still, and he was determined to forget, to stamp the thing
6962 Indeed, what right had Basil to have spoken to him as he had done? Who
6975 thickened, he felt afraid.
6978 he could see the strange, bottle-shaped kilns with their orange,
6994 those subtle words that dealt with soul and sense, till he had found in
7005 shapes of art, the dreamy shadows of song. They were what he needed
7006 for forgetfulness. In three days he would be free.
7013 "Somewhere about here, sir, ain't it?" he asked huskily through the
7016 Dorian started and peered round. "This will do," he answered, and
7017 having got out hastily and given the driver the extra fare he had
7018 promised him, he walked quickly in the direction of the quay. Here and
7024 He hurried on towards the left, glancing back now and then to see if he
7025 was being followed. In about seven or eight minutes he reached a small
7029 After a little time he heard steps in the passage and the chain being
7030 unhooked. The door opened quietly, and he went in without saying a
7032 shadow as he passed. At the end of the hall hung a tattered green
7046 coat with an expression of disgust. "He thinks he's got red ants on
7053 nostrils quivered with pleasure. When he entered, a young man with
7059 "Where else should I be?" he answered, listlessly. "None of the chaps
7065 last. George doesn't speak to me either.... I don't care," he added
7073 teaching them the secret of some new joy. They were better off than he
7075 eating his soul away. From time to time he seemed to see the eyes of
7076 Basil Hallward looking at him. Yet he felt he could not stay. The
7078 one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.
7080 "I am going on to the other place," he said after a pause.
7104 greeting as he thrust a bottle of brandy and two tumblers in front of
7133 Dorian walked to the door with a look of pain in his face. As he drew
7138 "Curse you!" he answered, "don't call me that."
7148 meeting with Adrian Singleton had strangely moved him, and he wondered
7167 evil, fell from heaven, it was as a rebel that he fell.
7170 rebellion, Dorian Gray hastened on, quickening his step as he went, but
7171 as he darted aside into a dim archway, that had served him often as a
7172 short cut to the ill-famed place where he was going, he felt himself
7173 suddenly seized from behind, and before he had time to defend himself,
7174 he was thrust back against the wall, with a brutal hand round his
7178 tightening fingers away. In a second he heard the click of a revolver,
7182 "What do you want?" he gasped.
7196 Dorian Gray grew sick with fear. "I never knew her," he stammered. "I
7205 Dorian's arms fell to his side. Paralysed with terror, he did not know
7206 what to do. Suddenly a wild hope flashed across his brain. "Stop," he
7216 Then he seized Dorian Gray and dragged him from the archway.
7219 the hideous error, as it seemed, into which he had fallen, for the face
7220 of the man he had sought to kill had all the bloom of boyhood, all the
7226 He loosened his hold and reeled back. "My God! my God!" he cried, "and
7230 committing a terrible crime, my man," he said, looking at him sternly.
7251 and he's as bad as bad."
7253 "He is not the man I am looking for," he answered, "and I want no man's
7270 They say he has sold himself to the devil for a pretty face. It's nigh
7281 but Dorian Gray had disappeared. When he looked back, the woman had
7298 the last Brazilian beetle that he had added to his collection. Three
7321 to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for."
7342 "You disarm me, Gladys," he cried, catching the wilfulness of her mood.
7346 "I never tilt against beauty," he said, with a wave of his hand.
7367 "Would you have me take the verdict of Europe on it?" he inquired.
7428 "Our host is a delightful topic. Years ago he was christened Prince
7434 colouring. "I believe he thinks that Monmouth married me on purely
7435 scientific principles as the best specimen he could find of a modern
7438 "Well, I hope he won't stick pins into you, Duchess," laughed Dorian.
7485 Dorian hesitated for a moment. Then he threw his head back and
7488 "Even when he is wrong?"
7510 "If he were not, there would be no battle."
7540 He laughed. "Lady Narborough," he whispered. "She perfectly adores
7571 "Women are not always allowed a choice," he answered, but hardly had he
7579 the sofas. After a short time, he came to himself and looked round
7582 "What has happened?" he asked. "Oh! I remember. Am I safe here,
7589 "No, I will come down," he said, struggling to his feet. "I would
7593 gaiety in his manner as he sat at table, but now and then a thrill of
7594 terror ran through him when he remembered that, pressed against the
7595 window of the conservatory, like a white handkerchief, he had seen the
7602 The next day he did not leave the house, and, indeed, spent most of the
7606 tremble in the wind, he shook. The dead leaves that were blown against
7608 regrets. When he closed his eyes, he saw again the sailor's face
7620 round the house, he would have been seen by the servants or the
7624 in his ship to founder in some winter sea. From him, at any rate, he
7625 was safe. Why, the man did not know who he was, could not know who he
7633 as he sat at the feast, to wake him with icy fingers as he lay asleep!
7634 As the thought crept through his brain, he grew pale with terror, and
7636 wild hour of madness he had killed his friend! How ghastly the mere
7640 came in at six o'clock, he found him crying as one whose heart will
7643 It was not till the third day that he ventured to go out. There was
7653 Besides, he had convinced himself that he had been the victim of a
7657 After breakfast, he walked with the duchess for an hour in the garden
7662 At the corner of the pine-wood he caught sight of Sir Geoffrey
7668 "Have you had good sport, Geoffrey?" he asked.
7685 animal's grace of movement that strangely charmed Dorian Gray, and he
7689 into the thicket, he fired. There were two cries heard, the cry of a
7694 ass the man was to get in front of the guns! Stop shooting there!" he
7699 "Where, sir? Where is he?" he shouted. At the same time, the firing
7709 seemed to him that misfortune followed wherever he went. He heard Sir
7717 endless hours of pain--he felt a hand laid on his shoulder. He started
7723 "I wish it were stopped for ever, Harry," he answered bitterly. "The
7737 fellow, it can't be helped. It was the man's own fault. Why did he
7740 makes people think that one is a wild shot. And Geoffrey is not; he
7745 perhaps," he added, passing his hand over his eyes, with a gesture of
7766 was pointing. "Yes," he said, smiling, "I see the gardener waiting for
7767 you. I suppose he wants to ask you what flowers you wish to have on
7771 Dorian heaved a sigh of relief as he saw the gardener approaching. The
7773 manner, and then produced a letter, which he handed to his master.
7774 "Her Grace told me to wait for an answer," he murmured.
7777 coming in," he said, coldly. The man turned round and went rapidly in
7811 "I can't tell you, Harry," he answered sadly. "And I dare say it is
7831 purpose, how interesting he would be! I should like to know some one
7838 Duchess," he murmured; "my nerves are dreadfully out of order. That is
7846 eyes. "Are you very much in love with him?" he asked.
7880 "Has he never been jealous?"
7882 "I wish he had been."
7887 "The button from your foil," he answered. "You have dropped it."
7903 At five o'clock he rang his bell for his servant and gave him orders to
7909 Then he wrote a note to Lord Henry, telling him that he was going up to
7911 his absence. As he was putting it into the envelope, a knock came to
7913 him. He frowned and bit his lip. "Send him in," he muttered, after
7920 morning, Thornton?" he said, taking up a pen.
7924 "Was the poor fellow married? Had he any people dependent on him?"
7928 "We don't know who he is, sir. That is what I took the liberty of
7931 "Don't know who he is?" said Dorian, listlessly. "What do you mean?
7932 Wasn't he one of your men?"
7936 The pen dropped from Dorian Gray's hand, and he felt as if his heart
7937 had suddenly stopped beating. "A sailor?" he cried out. "Did you say
7940 "Yes, sir. He looks as if he had been a sort of sailor; tattooed on
7952 clutched at it madly. "Where is the body?" he exclaimed. "Quick! I
7964 long avenue as hard as he could go. The trees seemed to sweep past him
7970 At last he reached the Home Farm. Two men were loitering in the yard.
7973 that the body was there, and he hurried to the door and put his hand
7976 There he paused for a moment, feeling that he was on the brink of a
7977 discovery that would either make or mar his life. Then he thrust the
7989 "Take that thing off the face. I wish to see it," he said, clutching
7992 When the farm-servant had done so, he stepped forward. A cry of joy
7996 He stood there for some minutes looking at the dead body. As he rode
7997 home, his eyes were full of tears, for he knew he was safe.
8029 you had done more than one?" asked his companion as he spilled into his
8056 "And weep over a faithless Florizel," said Lord Henry, laughing, as he
8092 at all. I suppose in about a fortnight we shall be told that he has
8098 Burgundy against the light and wondering how it was that he could
8102 is no business of mine. If he is dead, I don't want to think about
8120 and black ivory of the keys. After the coffee had been brought in, he
8125 Waterbury watch. Why should he have been murdered? He was not clever
8126 enough to have enemies. Of course, he had a wonderful genius for
8129 and that was when he told me, years ago, that he had a wild adoration
8133 voice. "But don't people say that he was murdered?"
8141 said the younger man. He watched him intently after he had spoken.
8159 pass from poor Basil. I wish I could believe that he had come to such
8160 a really romantic end as you suggest, but I can't. I dare say he fell
8165 don't think he would have done much more good work. During the last
8175 "Yes," he continued, turning round and taking his handkerchief out of
8177 lost something. It had lost an ideal. When you and he ceased to be
8178 great friends, he ceased to be a great artist. What was it separated
8179 you? I suppose he bored you. If so, he never forgave you. It's a
8181 portrait he did of you? I don't think I have ever seen it since he
8202 his heart," he answered, sinking into an arm-chair.
8205 "'Like the painting of a sorrow,'" he repeated, "'a face without a
8209 the way, Dorian," he said after a pause, "'what does it profit a man if
8210 he gain the whole world and lose--how does the quotation run?--his own
8227 that art had a soul, but that man had not. I am afraid, however, he
8300 "Yes, life has been exquisite," he murmured, "but I am not going to
8323 "It is because I am going to be good," he answered, smiling. "I am a
8356 Harry." As he reached the door, he hesitated for a moment, as if he
8357 had something more to say. Then he sighed and went out.
8363 It was a lovely night, so warm that he threw his coat over his arm and
8364 did not even put his silk scarf round his throat. As he strolled home,
8367 remembered how pleased he used to be when he was pointed out, or stared
8369 the charm of the little village where he had been so often lately was
8370 that no one knew who he was. He had often told the girl whom he had
8371 lured to love him that he was poor, and she had believed him. He had
8372 told her once that he was wicked, and she had laughed at him and
8376 she had everything that he had lost.
8378 When he reached home, he found his servant waiting up for him. He sent
8384 Lord Henry had once called it. He knew that he had tarnished himself,
8385 filled his mind with corruption and given horror to his fancy; that he
8388 been the fairest and the most full of promise that he had brought to
8391 Ah! in what a monstrous moment of pride and passion he had prayed that
8392 the portrait should bear the burden of his days, and he keep the
8401 laughed round it as of old. He took it up, as he had done on that
8402 night of horror when he had first noted the change in the fatal
8407 rewrite history." The phrases came back to his memory, and he repeated
8408 them over and over to himself. Then he loathed his own beauty, and
8411 and the youth that he had prayed for. But for those two things, his
8414 unripe time, a time of shallow moods, and sickly thoughts. Why had he
8418 was of himself, and of his own future, that he had to think. James
8421 secret that he had been forced to know. The excitement, such as it
8428 him that were unbearable, and that he had yet borne with patience. The
8433 A new life! That was what he wanted. That was what he was waiting
8434 for. Surely he had begun it already. He had spared one innocent
8438 As he thought of Hetty Merton, he began to wonder if the portrait in
8440 had been? Perhaps if his life became pure, he would be able to expel
8444 He took the lamp from the table and crept upstairs. As he unbarred the
8446 and lingered for a moment about his lips. Yes, he would be good, and
8447 the hideous thing that he had hidden away would no longer be a terror
8456 brighter, and more like blood newly spilled. Then he trembled. Had it
8464 that had not held the knife. Confess? Did it mean that he was to
8466 that the idea was monstrous. Besides, even if he did confess, who
8469 what had been below-stairs. The world would simply say that he was mad.
8470 They would shut him up if he persisted in his story.... Yet it was
8473 earth as well as to heaven. Nothing that he could do would cleanse him
8474 till he had told his own sin. His sin? He shrugged his shoulders.
8477 that he was looking at. Vanity? Curiosity? Hypocrisy? Had there
8479 something more. At least he thought so. But who could tell? ... No.
8480 There had been nothing more. Through vanity he had spared her. In
8481 hypocrisy he had worn the mask of goodness. For curiosity's sake he
8484 But this murder--was it to dog him all his life? Was he always to be
8485 burdened by his past? Was he really to confess? Never. There was
8487 was evidence. He would destroy it. Why had he kept it so long? Once
8489 late he had felt no such pleasure. It had kept him awake at night.
8490 When he had been away, he had been filled with terror lest other eyes
8499 past, and when that was dead, he would be free. It would kill this
8500 monstrous soul-life, and without its hideous warnings, he would be at
8509 all dark. After a time, he went away and stood in an adjoining portico
8523 After about a quarter of an hour, he got the coachman and one of the
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