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124 As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so
293 a reputation for being civilized. Well, after I had been in the room
298 of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with some
303 own master; had at least always been so, till I met Dorian Gray.
305 tell me that I was on the verge of a terrible crisis in my life. I had
306 a strange feeling that fate had in store for me exquisite joys and
326 and parrot noses. She spoke of me as her dearest friend. I had only
328 believe some picture of mine had made a great success at the time, at
329 least had been chattered about in the penny newspapers, which is the
331 face to face with the young man whose personality had so strangely
461 had always looked for and always missed."
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
562 told me she had discovered a wonderful young man who was going to help
566 that he was very earnest and had a beautiful nature. I at once
568 freckled, and tramping about on huge feet. I wish I had known it was
617 pardon, Basil, but I didn't know you had any one with you."
646 passionate purity. One felt that he had kept himself unspotted from
653 The painter had been busy mixing his colours and getting his brushes
701 had rather taken a fancy. He was so unlike Basil. They made a
702 delightful contrast. And he had such a beautiful voice. After a few
721 has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. The terror
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
751 rose-white boyhood, you have had passions that have made you afraid,
762 come really from himself. The few words that Basil's friend had said
764 them--had touched some secret chord that had never been touched before,
767 Music had stirred him like that. Music had troubled him many times.
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
783 interested. He was amazed at the sudden impression that his words had
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
787 He had merely shot an arrow into the air. Had it hit the mark? How
790 Hallward painted away with that marvellous bold touch of his, that had
821 perfume as if it had been wine. He came close to him and put his hand
826 The lad started and drew back. He was bareheaded, and the leaves had
841 His cool, white, flowerlike hands, even, had a curious charm. They
843 own. But he felt afraid of him, and ashamed of being afraid. Why had
844 it been left for a stranger to reveal him to himself? He had known
845 Basil Hallward for months, but the friendship between them had never
846 altered him. Suddenly there had come some one across his life who
913 too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the
989 as if he had recognized himself for the first time. He stood there
992 beauty came on him like a revelation. He had never felt it before.
993 Basil Hallward's compliments had seemed to him to be merely the
994 charming exaggeration of friendship. He had listened to them, laughed
995 at them, forgotten them. They had not influenced his nature. Then had
997 terrible warning of its brevity. That had stirred him at the time, and
1009 as if a hand of ice had been laid upon his heart.
1045 that. What had happened? He seemed quite angry. His face was flushed
1057 "don't talk like that. I have never had such a friend as you, and I
1093 the long palette-knife, with its thin blade of lithe steel. He had
1101 coldly when he had recovered from his surprise. "I never thought you
1119 had much better let me have it, Basil. This silly boy doesn't really
1214 the tray. "It is rather late, and, as you have to dress, you had
1250 His father had been our ambassador at Madrid when Isabella was young
1251 and Prim unthought of, but had retired from the diplomatic service in a
1255 and his inordinate passion for pleasure. The son, who had been his
1256 father's secretary, had resigned along with his chief, somewhat
1258 later to the title, had set himself to the serious study of the great
1259 aristocratic art of doing absolutely nothing. He had two large town
1324 the fellow spitted his man as if he had been a pigeon. The thing was
1328 girl died, too, died within a year. So she left a son, did she? I had
1336 by him. His mother had money, too. All the Selby property came to
1415 So that was the story of Dorian Gray's parentage. Crudely as it had
1416 been told to him, it had yet stirred him by its suggestion of a
1424 tragic. Worlds had to be in travail, that the meanest flower might
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
1450 her there had been wakened that wonderful vision to which alone are
1456 in thought, who had first analyzed it? Was it not Buonarotti who had
1459 what, without knowing it, the lad was to the painter who had fashioned
1460 the wonderful portrait. He would seek to dominate him--had already,
1464 Suddenly he stopped and glanced up at the houses. He found that he had
1467 had gone in to lunch. He gave one of the footmen his hat and stick and
1484 charm and culture, who had fallen, however, into bad habits of silence,
1486 had to say before he was thirty. His own neighbour was Mrs. Vandeleur,
1489 Fortunately for him she had on the other side Lord Faudel, a most
1523 her privilege of interruption. "I wish to goodness it never had been
1528 Erskine; "I myself would say that it had merely been detected."
1536 Thomas, who had a large wardrobe of Humour's cast-off clothes.
1614 seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the caveman had known
1688 When Lord Henry had sat down again, Mr. Erskine moved round, and taking
1732 "But I thought you had promised Basil Hallward to go and see him,"
1755 that Queen had selected for her device. Some large blue china jars and
1760 Lord Henry had not yet come in. He was always late on principle, his
1763 of an elaborately illustrated edition of Manon Lescaut that he had
1785 always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a
1787 was never returned, she had kept all her illusions. She tried to look
1789 Victoria, and she had a perfect mania for going to church.
1818 found Mr. Gray here. We have had such a pleasant chat about music. We
1825 old brocade in Wardour Street and had to bargain for hours for it.
1835 as, looking like a bird of paradise that had been out all night in the
1904 After all, it never would have happened if I had not met you. You
1910 was an exquisite poison in the air. I had a passion for sensations....
1916 remembered what you had said to me on that wonderful evening when we
1923 standing at the entrance, smoking a vile cigar. He had greasy
1987 low-comedian, who had introduced gags of his own and was on most
1989 scenery, and that looked as if it had come out of a country-booth. But
1993 like the petals of a rose. She was the loveliest thing I had ever seen
2000 distant hautboy. In the garden-scene it had all the tremulous ecstasy
2002 were moments, later on, when it had the wild passion of violins. You
2032 "I wish now I had not told you about Sibyl Vane."
2059 furious with him, and told him that Juliet had been dead for hundreds
2062 impression that I had taken too much champagne, or something."
2077 and I had to go. He wanted me to try some cigars that he strongly
2081 though he had an extraordinary passion for Shakespeare. He told me
2091 "The third night. She had been playing Rosalind. I could not help
2092 going round. I had thrown her some flowers, and she had looked at
2093 me--at least I fancied that she had. The old Jew was persistent. He
2109 children. He would insist on calling me 'My Lord,' so I had to assure
2118 dressing-wrapper on the first night, and looks as if she had seen
2173 he was now from the shy frightened boy he had met in Basil Hallward's
2174 studio! His nature had developed like a flower, had borne blossoms of
2175 scarlet flame. Out of its secret hiding-place had crept his soul, and
2176 desire had come to meet it on the way.
2215 that I delight in it. Perhaps you had better write to him. I don't
2245 to think. Certainly few people had ever interested him so much as
2248 it. It made him a more interesting study. He had been always
2250 subject-matter of that science had seemed to him trivial and of no
2251 import. And so he had begun by vivisecting himself, as he had ended by
2258 were poisons so subtle that to know their properties one had to sicken
2259 of them. There were maladies so strange that one had to pass through
2270 words said with musical utterance, that Dorian Gray's soul had turned
2272 the lad was his own creation. He had made him premature. That was
2292 animalism in the soul, and the body had its moments of spirituality.
2306 their mistakes. Moralists had, as a rule, regarded it as a mode of
2307 warning, had claimed for it a certain ethical efficacy in the formation
2308 of character, had praised it as something that taught us what to follow
2312 as our past, and that the sin we had done once, and with loathing, we
2320 doubt that curiosity had much to do with it, curiosity and the desire
2323 boyhood had been transformed by the workings of the imagination,
2333 dinner. He got up and looked out into the street. The sunset had
2386 a dream had passed across them.
2391 passion. Her prince, Prince Charming, was with her. She had called on
2392 memory to remake him. She had sent her soul to search for him, and it
2393 had brought him back. His kiss burned again upon her mouth. Her
2449 felt a little disappointed that he had not joined the group. It would
2483 some months past she had felt ill at ease when she was alone with this
2530 with his coarse fingers. He had just turned round to say something
2541 She was extremely annoyed at the tone he had adopted with her, and
2542 there was something in his look that had made her feel afraid.
2560 some stranger. He had that dislike of being stared at, which comes on
2575 come across a large nugget of pure gold, the largest nugget that had
2598 Inexperienced though he was, he had still a strong sense of the danger
2608 His mother! He had something on his mind to ask of her, something that
2609 he had brooded on for many months of silence. A chance phrase that he
2610 had heard at the theatre, a whispered sneer that had reached his ears
2611 one night as he waited at the stage-door, had set loose a train of
2612 horrible thoughts. He remembered it as if it had been the lash of a
2702 it had left the space clear, the carriage had swept out of the park.
2704 "He is gone," murmured Sibyl sadly. "I wish you had seen him."
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.
2743 "He had better."
2750 Sibyl had to lie down for a couple of hours before acting. Jim
2757 to him, had come between them. Yet, when her arms were flung round his
2770 hands. He felt that he had a right to know. It should have been told
2783 the moment that night and day, for weeks and months, she had dreaded,
2784 had come at last, and yet she felt no terror. Indeed, in some measure
2786 called for a direct answer. The situation had not been gradually led
2794 much. If he had lived, he would have made provision for us. Don't
2804 mother," she murmured; "I had none."
2818 emotional scale, but he cut her short. Trunks had to be carried down
2823 drove away. She was conscious that a great opportunity had been
2825 her life would be, now that she had only one child to look after. She
2826 remembered the phrase. It had pleased her. Of the threat she said
2836 where dinner had been laid for three.
2884 appearance of other people. It has had that excellent effect, amongst
2955 I left you yesterday evening, Harry, I dressed, had some dinner at that
2963 lined with dull red. She had never seemed to me more exquisite. She
2964 had all the delicate grace of that Tanagra figurine that you have in
2970 had ever seen. After the performance was over, I went behind and spoke
2972 a look that I had never seen there before. My lips moved towards hers.
2974 moment. It seemed to me that all my life had been narrowed to one
2984 secret in my ear. I have had the arms of Rosalind around me, and
3091 "I should have said that whatever they ask for they had first given to
3116 have never had the courage to commit."
3119 fire-breathing silver dragon that the waiter had placed on the table.
3136 they all passed downstairs. He drove off by himself, as had been
3139 Dorian Gray would never again be to him all that he had been in the
3140 past. Life had come between them.... His eyes darkened, and 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
3156 was proud to meet a man who had discovered a real genius and gone
3160 in the gallery had taken off their coats and waistcoats and hung them
3203 that he had ever seen. There was something of the fawn in her shy
3212 dress had entered with Mercutio and his other friends. The band, such
3220 eyes rested on Romeo. The few words she had to speak--
3243 overemphasized everything that she had to say. The beautiful passage--
3360 which I had always played. To-night, for the first time, I became
3363 that the words I had to speak were unreal, were not my words, were not
3364 what I wanted to say. You had brought me something higher, something
3365 of which all art is but a reflection. You had made me understand what
3369 to-night, I could not understand how it was that everything had gone
3391 you were marvellous, because you had genius and intellect, because you
3398 wish I had never laid eyes upon you! You have spoiled the romance of
3421 you had not kissed me--if we had not kissed each other. Kiss me again,
3447 houses. Women with hoarse voices and harsh laughter had called after
3448 him. Drunkards had reeled by, cursing and chattering to themselves
3449 like monstrous apes. He had seen grotesque children huddled upon
3460 for them, and began to eat them listlessly. They had been plucked at
3461 midnight, and the coldness of the moon had entered into them. A long
3485 ground floor that, in his new-born feeling for luxury, he had just had
3487 that had been discovered stored in a disused attic at Selby Royal. As
3489 Basil Hallward had painted of him. He started back as if in surprise.
3491 had taken the button-hole out of his coat, he seemed to hesitate.
3501 had noticed in the face of the portrait seemed to linger there, to be
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.
3514 had altered. It was not a mere fancy of his own. The thing was
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
3525 of his then just conscious boyhood. Surely his wish had not been
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
3532 had thought her great. Then she had disappointed him. She had been
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
3539 torture. His life was well worth hers. She had marred him for a
3540 moment, if he had wounded her for an age. Besides, women were better
3543 to have some one with whom they could have scenes. Lord Henry had told
3548 his life, and told his story. It had taught him to love his own
3553 horrible night that he had passed had left phantoms behind it.
3554 Suddenly there had fallen upon his brain that tiny scarlet speck that
3555 makes men mad. The picture had not changed. It was folly to think so.
3560 painted image of himself, came over him. It had altered already, and
3567 Hallward's garden had first stirred within him the passion for
3570 must have suffered more than he had. Poor child! He had been selfish
3571 and cruel to her. The fascination that she had exercised over him
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
3603 his letters. One of them was from Lord Henry, and had been brought by
3609 bill for a chased silver Louis-Quinze toilet-set that he had not yet
3610 had the courage to send on to his guardians, who were extremely
3620 sleep. He seemed to have forgotten all that he had gone through. A
3625 light French breakfast that had been laid out for him on a small round
3631 Suddenly his eye fell on the screen that he had placed in front of the
3639 Was it all true? Had the portrait really changed? Or had it been
3640 simply his own imagination that had made him see a look of evil where
3641 there had been a look of joy? Surely a painted canvas could not alter?
3646 the dim twilight, and then in the bright dawn, he had seen the touch of
3650 had been brought and the man turned to go, he felt a wild desire to
3660 wondering if ever before it had concealed the secret of a man's life.
3667 his own picture? Basil would be sure to do that. No; the thing had to
3673 saw himself face to face. It was perfectly true. The portrait had
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
3692 Hallward had painted of him would be a guide to him through life, would
3704 went over to the table and wrote a passionate letter to the girl he had
3709 not the priest, that gives us absolution. When Dorian had finished the
3710 letter, he felt that he had been forgiven.
3735 "I felt sure you had. Did you make a scene with her?"
3802 theatre with her mother, about half-past twelve or so, she said she had
3805 floor of her dressing-room. She had swallowed something by mistake,
3807 but it had either prussic acid or white lead in it. I should fancy it
3822 "murdered her as surely as if I had cut her little throat with a knife.
3826 extraordinarily dramatic life is! If I had read all this in a book,
3839 said I would go back to her. I felt I had done wrong. And now she is
3842 have done that for me. She had no right to kill herself. It was
3848 interest in life. If you had married this girl, you would have been
3903 wish that I had ever had such an experience. It would have made me in
3906 always insisted on living on, long after I had ceased to care for them,
3924 thing again, and digging up the past, and raking up the future. I had
3926 assured me that I had spoiled her life. I am bound to state that she
4017 cannot spare you. And now you had better dress and drive down to the
4039 As soon as he had left, he rushed to the screen and drew it back. No;
4040 there was no further change in the picture. It had received the news
4041 of Sibyl Vane's death before he had known of it himself. It was
4043 that marred the fine lines of the mouth had, no doubt, appeared at the
4044 very moment that the girl had drunk the poison, whatever it was. Or
4050 Poor Sibyl! What a romance it had all been! She had often mimicked
4051 death on the stage. Then Death himself had touched her and taken her
4052 with him. How had she played that dreadful last scene? Had she cursed
4053 him, as she died? No; she had died for love of him, and love would
4054 always be a sacrament to him now. She had atoned for everything by the
4055 sacrifice she had made of her life. He would not think any more of
4056 what she had made him go through, on that horrible night at the
4064 He felt that the time had really come for making his choice. Or had
4065 his choice already been made? Yes, life had decided that for
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
4079 had so often touched to brighter gold the waving wonder of its hair?
4083 existed between him and the picture might cease. It had changed in
4089 that had produced the substitution? Might there not be some curious
4101 the most magical of mirrors. As it had revealed to him his own body,
4125 that was impossible. But I wish you had left word where you had really
4175 talk as if you had no heart, no pity in you. It is all Harry's
4192 Vane had killed herself--"
4209 played--the night you saw her--she acted badly because she had known
4214 you must not think I have not suffered. If you had come in yesterday
4217 brought me the news, in fact, had no idea what I was going through. I
4226 had absolutely nothing to do, almost died of _ennui_, and became a
4251 and his personality had been the great turning point in his art. He
4310 amazement. He had never seen him like this before. The lad was
4328 That was impossible. Something--he did not know what--had to be done
4347 his eyes. He remembered that Lord Henry had said to him once, half
4351 Basil, too, had his secret. He would ask him and try.
4367 right to know." His feeling of terror had passed away, and curiosity
4368 had taken its place. He was determined to find out Basil Hallward's
4380 Dorian, from the moment I met you, your personality had the most
4389 understood it myself. I only knew that I had seen perfection face to
4390 face, and that the world had become wonderful to my eyes--too
4394 new development. I had drawn you as Paris in dainty armour, and as
4396 heavy lotus-blossoms you had sat on the prow of Adrian's barge, gazing
4397 across the green turbid Nile. You had leaned over the still pool of
4399 your own face. And it had all been what art should be--unconscious,
4407 that others would know of my idolatry. I felt, Dorian, that I had told
4408 too much, that I had put too much of myself into it. Then it was that
4414 and as soon as I had got rid of the intolerable fascination of its
4415 presence, it seemed to me that I had been foolish in imagining that I
4416 had seen anything in it, more than that you were extremely good-looking
4432 painter who had just made this strange confession to him, and wondered
4434 friend. Lord Henry had the charm of being very dangerous. But that
4437 idolatry? Was that one of the things that life had in store?
4501 instead of having been forced to reveal his own secret, he had
4510 all costs. He could not run such a risk of discovery again. It had
4512 in a room to which any of his friends had access.
4519 he had thought of peering behind the screen. The man was quite
4545 He winced at the mention of his grandfather. He had hateful memories
4563 Venetian work that his grandfather had found in a convent near Bologna.
4564 Yes, that would serve to wrap the dreadful thing in. It had perhaps
4566 had a corruption of its own, worse than the corruption of death
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
4580 tire. It was such love as Michelangelo had known, and Montaigne, and
4592 expression that had altered. That was horrible in its cruelty.
4594 reproaches about Sibyl Vane had been!--how shallow, and of what little
4604 something sly about him, and he had thoughtful, treacherous eyes.
4647 Or perhaps you had better go in front. I am afraid it is right at the
4652 began the ascent. The elaborate character of the frame had made the
4654 protests of Mr. Hubbard, who had the true tradesman's spirited dislike
4665 He had not entered the place for more than four years--not, indeed,
4666 since he had used it first as a play-room when he was a child, and then
4668 well-proportioned room, which had been specially built by the last Lord
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
4682 was to be hidden away. How little he had thought, in those dead days,
4686 this. He had the key, and no one else could enter it. Beneath its
4707 grandfather who had been so stern to him in his boyhood. The picture
4708 had to be concealed. There was no help for it.
4730 uncomely face. He had never seen any one so marvellous.
4732 When the sound of their footsteps had died away, Dorian locked the door
4737 and that the tea had been already brought up. On a little table of
4739 Radley, his guardian's wife, a pretty professional invalid who had
4743 Gazette_ had been placed on the tea-tray. It was evident that Victor had
4744 returned. He wondered if he had met the men in the hall as they were
4745 leaving the house and had wormed out of them what they had been doing.
4746 He would be sure to miss the picture--had no doubt missed it already,
4747 while he had been laying the tea-things. The screen had not been set
4750 room. It was a horrible thing to have a spy in one's house. He had
4751 heard of rich men who had been blackmailed all their lives by some
4752 servant who had read a letter, or overheard a conversation, or picked
4770 Dr. Birrell, who had made the post-mortem examination of the deceased.
4780 Perhaps he had read it and had begun to suspect something. And, yet,
4781 what did it matter? What had Dorian Gray to do with Sibyl Vane's
4782 death? There was nothing to fear. Dorian Gray had not killed her.
4784 His eye fell on the yellow book that Lord Henry had sent him. What was
4786 stand that had always looked to him like the work of some strange
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
4801 which the world-spirit had ever passed, loving for their mere
4822 more. Then, after his valet had reminded him several times of the
4850 nine large-paper copies of the first edition, and had them bound in
4857 life, written before he had lived it.
4860 never knew--never, indeed, had any cause to know--that somewhat
4863 occasioned by the sudden decay of a beau that had once, apparently,
4868 despair of one who had himself lost what in others, and the world, he
4869 had most dearly valued.
4871 For the wonderful beauty that had so fascinated Basil Hallward, and
4872 many others besides him, seemed never to leave him. Even those who had
4876 they saw him. He had always the look of one who had kept himself
4880 memory of the innocence that they had tarnished. They wondered how one
4889 Hallward had painted of him, looking now at the evil and aging face on
4905 had brought upon his soul with a pity that was all the more poignant
4907 That curiosity about life which Lord Henry had first stirred in him, as
4910 had mad hungers that grew more ravenous as he fed them.
4923 in Dorian Gray the true realization of a type of which they had often
4935 the absolute modernity of beauty, had, of course, their fascination for
4937 time he affected, had their marked influence on the young exquisites of
4946 Satyricon once had been, yet in his inmost heart he desired to be
4957 But it appeared to Dorian Gray that the true nature of the senses had
4958 never been understood, and that they had remained savage and animal
4959 merely because the world had sought to starve them into submission or
4963 history, he was haunted by a feeling of loss. So much had been
4964 surrendered! and to such little purpose! There had been mad wilful
4968 they had sought to escape; Nature, in her wonderful irony, driving out
4972 Yes: there was to be, as Lord Henry had prophesied, a new Hedonism
5002 had left them, and beside them lies the half-cut book that we had been
5003 studying, or the wired flower that we had worn at the ball, or the
5004 letter that we had been afraid to read, or that we had read too often.
5006 comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where
5007 we had left off, and there steals over us a terrible sense of the
5010 might open some morning upon a world that had been refashioned anew in
5030 Catholic communion, and certainly the Roman ritual had always a great
5043 lace and scarlet, tossed into the air like great gilt flowers had their
5070 from the East. He saw that there was no mood of the mind that had not
5096 with Western civilizations, and loved to touch and try them. He had
5103 sweetness. He had painted gourds filled with pebbles that rattled when
5128 stones that he had collected, such as the olive-green chrysoberyl that
5136 extraordinary size and richness of colour, and had a turquoise _de la
5153 Leonardus Camillus had seen a white stone taken from the brain of a
5170 had seen the inhabitants of Zipangu place rose-coloured pearls in the
5171 mouths of the dead. A sea-monster had been enamoured of the pearl that
5172 the diver brought to King Perozes, and had slain the thief, and mourned
5176 of gold pieces for it. The King of Malabar had shown to a certain
5182 and his cap had double rows of rubies that threw out a great light.
5183 Charles of England had ridden in stirrups hung with four hundred and
5184 twenty-one diamonds. Richard II had a coat, valued at thirty thousand
5193 jewelled gloves reaching to the elbow, and had a hawk-glove sewn with
5198 How exquisite life had once been! How gorgeous in its pomp and
5203 nations of Europe. As he investigated the subject--and he always had
5207 rate, had escaped that. Summer followed summer, and the yellow
5211 things! Where had they passed to? Where was the great crocus-coloured
5212 robe, on which the gods fought against the giants, that had been worked
5214 that Nero had stretched across the Colosseum at Rome, that Titan sail
5232 in gold." Catherine de Medicis had a mourning-bed made for her of
5237 velvet upon cloth of silver. Louis XIV had gold embroidered caryatides
5242 had been taken from the Turkish camp before Vienna, and the standard of
5243 Mohammed had stood beneath the tremulous gilt of its canopy.
5257 He had a special passion, also, for ecclesiastical vestments, as indeed
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
5277 He had chasubles, also, of amber-coloured silk, and blue silk and gold
5291 locked room where he had spent so much of his boyhood, he had hung with
5293 the real degradation of his life, and in front of it had draped the
5303 shadow that had to bear the burden that should have been his own.
5306 gave up the villa that he had shared at Trouville with Lord Henry, as
5307 well as the little white walled-in house at Algiers where they had more
5311 elaborate bars that he had caused to be placed upon the door.
5316 from that? He would laugh at any one who tried to taunt him. He had
5324 leave his guests and rush back to town to see that the door had not
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
5350 him. It was remarked, however, that some of those who had been most
5351 intimate with him appeared, after a time, to shun him. Women who had
5352 wildly adored him, and for his sake had braved all social censure and
5388 to body till it had reached his own? Was it some dim sense of that
5389 ruined grace that had made him so suddenly, and almost without cause,
5390 give utterance, in Basil Hallward's studio, to the mad prayer that had
5393 with his silver-and-black armour piled at his feet. What had this
5396 dreams that the dead man had not dared to realize? Here, from the
5408 were so overladen with rings. He had been a macaroni of the eighteenth
5413 and insolent pose! What passions had he bequeathed? The world had
5414 looked upon him as infamous. He had led the orgies at Carlton House.
5419 what he had got from her. He had got from her his beauty, and his
5423 had withered, but the eyes were still wonderful in their depth and
5426 Yet one had ancestors in literature as well as in one's own race,
5430 was merely the record of his own life, not as he had lived it in act
5431 and circumstance, but as his imagination had created it for him, as it
5432 had been in his brain and in his passions. He felt that he had known
5433 them all, those strange terrible figures that had passed across the
5435 subtlety. It seemed to him that in some mysterious way their lives had
5438 The hero of the wonderful novel that had so influenced his life had
5440 crowned with laurel, lest lightning might strike him, he had sat, as
5443 flute-player mocked the swinger of the censer; and, as Caligula, had
5445 an ivory manger with a jewel-frontleted horse; and, as Domitian, had
5449 on those to whom life denies nothing; and had peered through a clear
5453 Caesar as he passed by; and, as Elagabalus, had painted his face with
5460 beautiful forms of those whom vice and blood and weariness had made
5468 roses by a harlot who had loved him; the Borgia on his white horse,
5475 melancholy could be cured only by the spectacle of death, and who had a
5477 Fiend, as was reported, and one who had cheated his father at dice when
5485 VI, who had so wildly adored his brother's wife that a leper had warned
5486 him of the insanity that was coming on him, and who, when his brain had
5492 piazza of Perugia, those who had hated him could not choose but weep,
5493 and Atalanta, who had cursed him, blessed him.
5499 and by an amber chain. Dorian Gray had been poisoned by a book. There
5511 had been dining, and was wrapped in heavy furs, as the night was cold
5514 his grey ulster turned up. He had a bag in his hand. Dorian
5519 But Hallward had seen him. Dorian heard him first stopping on the
5573 servant. I never liked him, but I had nothing to complain about. One
5580 and coat off and throwing them on the bag that he had placed in the
5611 you know him--came to me last year to have his portrait done. I had
5612 never seen him before, and had never heard anything about him at the
5634 his great friend. There was Sir Henry Ashton, who had to leave England
5675 Lady Gwendolen, not a breath of scandal had ever touched her. Is there
5697 a letter that his wife had written to him when she was dying alone in
5723 and that the man who had painted the portrait that was the origin of
5725 hideous memory of what he had done.
5744 right had he to pry into the life of Dorian Gray? If he had done a
5788 everything about me. You have had more to do with my life than you
5795 as if it had not been lived in for years. A faded Flemish tapestry, a
5816 The horror, whatever it was, had not yet entirely spoiled that
5818 some scarlet on the sensual mouth. The sodden eyes had kept something
5819 of the loveliness of their blue, the noble curves had not yet
5821 Yes, it was Dorian himself. But who had done it? He seemed to
5827 It was some foul parody, some infamous ignoble satire. He had never
5829 if his blood had changed in a moment from fire to sluggish ice. His
5830 own picture! What did it mean? Why had it altered? He turned and
5839 spectator, with perhaps a flicker of triumph in his eyes. He had taken
5855 paints I used had some wretched mineral poison in them. I tell you the
5861 "You told me you had destroyed it."
5888 surface seemed to be quite undisturbed and as he had left it. It was
5889 from within, apparently, that the foulness and horror had come.
5921 feeling of hatred for Basil Hallward came over him, as though it had
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,
5929 and had forgotten to take away with him. He moved slowly towards it,
5956 How quickly it had all been done! He felt strangely calm, and walking
5958 had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock's
5973 thing was not to realize the situation. The friend who had painted the
5974 fatal portrait to which all his misery had been due had gone out of his
5997 were strangled in England for what he had done. There had been a
5998 madness of murder in the air. Some red star had come too close to the
6000 had left the house at eleven. No one had seen him come in again. Most
6001 of the servants were at Selby Royal. His valet had gone to bed....
6002 Paris! Yes. It was to Paris that Basil had gone, and by the midnight
6003 train, as he had intended. With his curious reserved habits, it would
6017 "I am sorry to have had to wake you up, Francis," he said, stepping in;
6018 "but I had forgotten my latch-key. What time is it?"
6057 cheek. He looked like a boy who had been tired out with play, or study.
6059 The man had to touch him twice on the shoulder before he woke, and as
6061 had been lost in some delightful dream. Yet he had not dreamed at all.
6062 His night had been untroubled by any images of pleasure or of pain.
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
6079 He felt that if he brooded on what he had gone through he would sicken
6097 face. "That awful thing, a woman's memory!" as Lord Henry had once
6100 After he had drunk his cup of black coffee, he wiped his lips slowly
6113 He was determined that he would not think about what had happened until
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
6157 that he had passed there, and a wonderful love that had stirred him to
6159 like Oxford, had kept the background for romance, and, to the true
6160 romantic, background was everything, or almost everything. Basil had
6161 been with him part of the time, and had gone wild over Tintoret. Poor
6182 They had been great friends once, five years before--almost
6183 inseparable, indeed. Then the intimacy had come suddenly to an end.
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
6191 spent a great deal of his time working in the laboratory, and had taken
6193 still devoted to the study of chemistry, and had a laboratory of his
6195 annoyance of his mother, who had set her heart on his standing for
6196 Parliament and had a vague idea that a chemist was a person who made up
6199 fact, it was music that had first brought him and Dorian Gray
6202 without being conscious of it. They had met at Lady Berkshire's the
6208 life. Whether or not a quarrel had taken place between them no one
6211 party at which Dorian Gray was present. He had changed, too--was
6214 called upon, that he was so absorbed in science that he had no time
6232 brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination, made
6250 again. His mood of cowardice had passed away.
6258 "I had intended never to enter your house again, Gray. But you said it
6263 gesture with which he had been greeted.
6274 had sent for, "Alan, in a locked room at the top of this house, a room
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
6326 the marring of it than poor Harry has had. He may not have intended
6415 forehead, as if the disgrace with which he was threatened had already
6459 "Ah, Alan," murmured Dorian with a sigh, "I wish you had a thousandth
6510 curtain was lying. He remembered that the night before he had
6515 one of the hands, as though the canvas had sweated blood? How horrible
6519 it had not stirred, but was still there, as he had left it.
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
6536 He turned and hurried out, just conscious that the dead man had been
6548 As soon as Campbell had left, he went upstairs. There was a horrible
6549 smell of nitric acid in the room. But the thing that had been sitting
6563 have believed that he had passed through a tragedy as horrible as any
6572 remains of really remarkable ugliness. She had proved an excellent
6574 husband properly in a marble mausoleum, which she had herself designed,
6580 she was extremely glad she had not met him in early life. "I know, my
6585 raise the wind, that I never had even a flirtation with anybody.
6592 daughters had come up quite suddenly to stay with her, and, to make
6593 matters worse, had actually brought her husband with her. "I think it
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
6680 whether, like Marguerite de Navarre, she had their hearts embalmed and
6681 hung at her girdle. She told me she didn't, because none of them had
6682 had any hearts at all."
6722 "If he had been, you would not have loved him, my dear lady," was the
6744 sometimes wish that I had been; but you are made to be good--you look
6826 and what fire does not destroy, it hardens. She has had experiences."
6858 half-past two, if you wish to know the exact time. I had left my
6859 latch-key at home, and my servant had to let me in. If you want any
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
6878 his nerve still. Things that were dangerous had to be destroyed. He
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
6898 the cabinet. At last he got up from the sofa on which he had been
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
6941 to him on the first day they had met, "To cure the soul by means of the
6943 secret. He had often tried it, and would try it again now. There were
6951 man lost his way and had to drive back half a mile. A steam rose from
6958 blood had been spilled. What could atone for that? Ah! for that there
6961 out, to crush it as one would crush the adder that had stung one.
6962 Indeed, what right had Basil to have spoken to him as he had done? Who
6963 had made him a judge over others? He had said things that were
6994 those subtle words that dealt with soul and sense, till he had found in
7000 Ugliness that had once been hateful to him because it made things real,
7017 having got out hastily and given the driver the extra fare he had
7033 curtain that swayed and shook in the gusty wind which had followed him
7035 which looked as if it had once been a third-rate dancing-saloon. Shrill
7062 "I thought you had left England."
7067 I think I have had too many friends."
7135 woman who had taken his money. "There goes the devil's bargain!" she
7148 meeting with Adrian Singleton had strangely moved him, and he wondered
7150 Basil Hallward had said to him with such infamy of insult. He bit his
7154 paid his own price for living it. The only pity was one had to pay so
7155 often for a single fault. One had to pay over and over again, indeed.
7171 as he darted aside into a dim archway, that had served him often as a
7173 suddenly seized from behind, and before he had time to defend himself,
7191 you. I had no clue, no trace. The two people who could have described
7199 "You had better confess your sin, for as sure as I am James Vane, you
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
7222 summers, hardly older, if older indeed at all, than his sister had been
7223 when they had parted so many years ago. It was obvious that this was
7224 not the man who had destroyed her life.
7237 "You had better go home and put that pistol away, or you may get into
7242 to foot. After a little while, a black shadow that had been creeping
7245 round with a start. It was one of the women who had been drinking at
7281 but Dorian Gray had disappeared. When he looked back, the woman had
7295 Dorian had whispered to her. Lord Henry was lying back in a
7298 the last Brazilian beetle that he had added to his collection. Three
7508 cousin. "You had better take care. He is very fascinating."
7571 "Women are not always allowed a choice," he answered, but hardly had he
7586 all. You must have overtired yourself. You had better not come down
7595 window of the conservatory, like a white handkerchief, he had seen the
7605 tracked down, had begun to dominate him. If the tapestry did but
7612 But perhaps it had been only his fancy that had called vengeance out of
7619 upon the weak. That was all. Besides, had any stranger been prowling
7622 gardeners would have reported it. Yes, it had been merely fancy.
7623 Sibyl Vane's brother had not come back to kill him. He had sailed away
7626 was. The mask of youth had saved him.
7628 And yet if it had been merely an illusion, how terrible it was to think
7636 wild hour of madness he had killed his friend! How ghastly the mere
7646 it was not merely the physical conditions of environment that had
7647 caused the change. His own nature had revolted against the excess of
7648 anguish that had sought to maim and mar the perfection of its calm.
7653 Besides, he had convinced himself that he had been the victim of a
7668 "Have you had good sport, Geoffrey?" he asked.
7720 "Dorian," said Lord Henry, "I had better tell them that the shooting is
7830 psychological value at all. Now if Geoffrey had done the thing on
7832 who had committed a real murder."
7843 They had reached the great flight of steps that led from the
7882 "I wish he had been."
7897 in every tingling fibre of his body. Life had suddenly become too
7899 beater, shot in the thicket like a wild animal, had seemed to him to
7900 pre-figure death for himself also. He had nearly swooned at what Lord
7901 Henry had said in a chance mood of cynical jesting.
7907 in the sunlight. The grass of the forest had been spotted with blood.
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
7982 handkerchief had been placed over the face. A coarse candle, stuck in
7992 When the farm-servant had done so, he stepped forward. A cry of joy
7993 broke from his lips. The man who had been shot in the thicket was
8029 you had done more than one?" asked his companion as he spilled into his
8044 Suddenly I determined to leave her as flowerlike as I had found her."
8081 "I should have thought they had got tired of that by this time," said
8087 lately, however. They have had my own divorce-case and Alan Campbell's
8120 and black ivory of the keys. After the coffee had been brought in, he
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
8137 the sort of man to have gone to them. He had no curiosity. It was his
8140 "What would you say, Harry, if I told you that I had murdered Basil?"
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
8166 ten years his painting had gone off very much."
8176 his pocket; "his painting had quite gone off. It seemed to me to have
8177 lost something. It had lost an ideal. When you and he ceased to be
8182 finished it. Oh! I remember your telling me years ago that you had
8183 sent it down to Selby, and that it had got mislaid or stolen on the
8185 masterpiece. I remember I wanted to buy it. I wish I had now. It
8227 that art had a soul, but that man had not. I am afraid, however, he
8268 What an exquisite life you have had! You have drunk deeply of
8283 in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once
8285 poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music
8286 that you had ceased to play--I tell you, Dorian, that it is on things
8320 something in your touch that was wonderful. It had more expression
8321 than I had ever heard from it before."
8357 had something more to say. Then he sighed and went out.
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
8374 laugh she had!--just like a thrush singing. And how pretty she had
8376 she had everything that he had lost.
8380 began to think over some of the things that Lord Henry had said to him.
8384 Lord Henry had once called it. He knew that he had tarnished himself,
8386 had been an evil influence to others, and had experienced a terrible
8387 joy in being so; and that of the lives that had crossed his own, it had
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
8393 unsullied splendour of eternal youth! All his failure had been due to
8394 that. Better for him that each sin of his life had brought its sure
8399 The curiously carved mirror that Lord Henry had given to him, so many
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
8404 shield. Once, some one who had terribly loved him had written to him a
8410 beneath his heel. It was his beauty that had ruined him, his beauty
8411 and the youth that he had prayed for. But for those two things, his
8412 life might have been free from stain. His beauty had been to him but a
8414 unripe time, a time of shallow moods, and sickly thoughts. Why had he
8415 worn its livery? Youth had spoiled him.
8418 was of himself, and of his own future, that he had to think. James
8420 had shot himself one night in his laboratory, but had not revealed the
8421 secret that he had been forced to know. The excitement, such as it
8425 living death of his own soul that troubled him. Basil had painted the
8426 portrait that had marred his life. He could not forgive him that. It
8427 was the portrait that had done everything. Basil had said things to
8428 him that were unbearable, and that he had yet borne with patience. The
8429 murder had been simply the madness of a moment. As for Alan Campbell,
8430 his suicide had been his own act. He had chosen to do it. It was
8434 for. Surely he had begun it already. He had spared one innocent
8439 the locked room had changed. Surely it was not still so horrible as it
8440 had been? Perhaps if his life became pure, he would be able to expel
8442 had already gone away. He would go and look.
8447 the hideous thing that he had hidden away would no longer be a terror
8448 to him. He felt as if the load had been lifted from him already.
8457 been merely vanity that had made him do his one good deed? Or the
8458 desire for a new sensation, as Lord Henry had hinted, with his mocking
8461 red stain larger than it had been? It seemed to have crept like a
8463 painted feet, as though the thing had dripped--blood even on the hand
8464 that had not held the knife. Confess? Did it mean that he was to
8468 Everything belonging to him had been destroyed. He himself had burned
8469 what had been below-stairs. The world would simply say that he was mad.
8474 till he had told his own sin. His sin? He shrugged his shoulders.
8478 been nothing more in his renunciation than that? There had been
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
8482 had tried the denial of self. He recognized that now.
8487 was evidence. He would destroy it. Why had he kept it so long? Once
8488 it had given him pleasure to watch it changing and growing old. Of
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
8491 should look upon it. It had brought melancholy across his passions.
8492 Its mere memory had marred many moments of joy. It had been like
8493 conscience to him. Yes, it had been conscience. He would destroy it.
8495 He looked round and saw the knife that had stabbed Basil Hallward. He
8496 had cleaned it many times, till there was no stain left upon it. It
8497 was bright, and glistened. As it had killed the painter, so it would
8530 of their master as they had last seen him, in all the wonder of his
8533 and loathsome of visage. It was not till they had examined the rings