voice was hard. 'You have killed my love. Without your art,
you are nothing. I never want to see you again.'
Sybil's face was white with fear. 'You're not serious, are
you, Dorian?' she asked. She touched his arm with her small,
gentle hand.
'Don't touch me!' he shouted angrily. He pushed her away,
and she fell to the floor and lay there like a broken bird.
'Dorian, please don't leave me,' she cried. 'I love you better
than anything in the world. Don't leave me!'