Dorian Gray looked down at her with his beautiful eyes.
There was no love or gentleness in his face. 'I'm going,' he
said at last. 'I don't wish to be unkind, but I don't want to see
you again.' Without another word he left her.
All night he walked through the streets of London. When
morning came, he went home. When he entered his house, he
saw the portrait of himself that Basil Hallward had painted.
There was something different about it, he thought. The face
had changed - there was something unkind, and cruel about
the mouth. It was very strange.
He picked up a mirror and looked at his own face, and
then looked again at the face in the portrait. Yes, it was
different. What did this change mean?
Suddenly he remembered his wish in Basil Hallward's
house . . . his wish that he could stay young, but the picture
could grow old. The idea was impossible, of course. But why
did the face in the picture have that cruel, unkind mouth?
Cruel! Had he been cruel to Sybil Vane? He remembered
her white, unhappy face as she lay at his feet. But she had
hurt him, too. No, Sybil Vane was nothing to him now.
But the picture watched him, with its beautiful face and its
cruel smile. It had taught him to love his own beauty. Would
it also teach him to hate his own heart, his own soul? No, he
would go back to Sybil Vane. He would marry her, try to
love her again. Poor child! How cruel he had been to her!
They would be happy together.
He covered the picture and quickly left the room
Dorian Gray looked down at her with his beautiful eyes.There was no love or gentleness in his face. 'I'm going,' hesaid at last. 'I don't wish to be unkind, but I don't want to seeyou again.' Without another word he left her.All night he walked through the streets of London. Whenmorning came, he went home. When he entered his house, hesaw the portrait of himself that Basil Hallward had painted.There was something different about it, he thought. The facehad changed - there was something unkind, and cruel aboutthe mouth. It was very strange.He picked up a mirror and looked at his own face, andthen looked again at the face in the portrait. Yes, it wasdifferent. What did this change mean?Suddenly he remembered his wish in Basil Hallward'shouse . . . his wish that he could stay young, but the picturecould grow old. The idea was impossible, of course. But whydid the face in the picture have that cruel, unkind mouth?Cruel! Had he been cruel to Sybil Vane? He rememberedher white, unhappy face as she lay at his feet. But she hadhurt him, too. No, Sybil Vane was nothing to him now.But the picture watched him, with its beautiful face and itscruel smile. It had taught him to love his own beauty. Wouldit also teach him to hate his own heart, his own soul? No, hewould go back to Sybil Vane. He would marry her, try tolove her again. Poor child! How cruel he had been to her!They would be happy together.He covered the picture and quickly left the room
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