Lines Matching refs:his
50 into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful
65 his own face in a glass.
68 not seeing his own face in a glass. The moral life of man forms part
102 lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry
125 skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his
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
139 "I don't think I shall send it anywhere," he answered, tossing his head
140 back in that odd way that used to make his friends laugh at him at
143 Lord Henry elevated his eyebrows and looked at him in amazement through
145 from his heavy, opium-tainted cigarette. "Not send it anywhere? My
197 "Dorian Gray? Is that his name?" asked Lord Henry, walking across the
200 "Yes, that is his name. I didn't intend to tell it to you."
238 After a pause, Lord Henry pulled out his watch. "I am afraid I must be
242 "What is that?" said the painter, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground.
267 over his face.
269 "I am all expectation, Basil," continued his companion, glancing at him.
322 pulling the daisy to bits with his long nervous fingers.
339 "And how did Lady Brandon describe this wonderful young man?" asked his
346 exactly as an auctioneer treats his goods. She either explains them
366 Hallward shook his head. "You don't understand what friendship is,
370 "How horribly unjust of you!" cried Lord Henry, tilting his hat back
376 intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.
407 Lord Henry stroked his pointed brown beard and tapped the toe of his
417 by either his wants, his desires, or his prejudices. However, I don't
438 dissatisfied with what I have done of him, or that his beauty is such
442 will you understand me?--his personality has suggested to me an
449 twenty--his merely visible presence--ah! I wonder can you realize all
473 "Then why won't you exhibit his portrait?" asked Lord Henry.
487 beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them. We
505 in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a
520 out of drawing, or you won't like his tone of colour, or something.
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
563 her in the East End, and that his name was Dorian Gray. I am bound to
586 The painter turned to his servant, who stood blinking in the sunlight.
597 slowly, and the words seemed wrung out of him almost against his will.
607 his back to them, turning over the pages of a volume of Schumann's
616 blush coloured his cheeks for a moment, and he started up. "I beg your
624 Henry, stepping forward and extending his hand. "My aunt has often
643 with his finely curved scarlet lips, his frank blue eyes, his crisp
644 gold hair. There was something in his face that made one trust him at
651 his cigarette-case.
653 The painter had been busy mixing his colours and getting his brushes
662 "Oh, please don't, Lord Henry. I see that Basil is in one of his sulky
672 Hallward bit his lip. "If Dorian wishes it, of course you must stay.
675 Lord Henry took up his hat and gloves. "You are very pressing, Basil,
687 gazing intently at his picture. "It is quite true, I never talk when I
696 says. He has a very bad influence over all his friends, with the
712 not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His
727 boy," said the painter, deep in his work and conscious only that a look
730 "And yet," continued Lord Henry, in his low, musical voice, and with
732 him, and that he had even in his Eton days, "I believe that if one man
733 were to live out his life fully and completely, were to give form to
776 Yes; there had been things in his boyhood that he had not understood.
781 With his subtle smile, Lord Henry watched him. He knew the precise
783 interested. He was amazed at the sudden impression that his words had
790 Hallward painted away with that marvellous bold touch of his, that had
808 "You know you believe it all," said Lord Henry, looking at him with his
819 Lord Henry went out to the garden and found Dorian Gray burying his
821 perfume as if it had been wine. He came close to him and put his hand
822 upon his shoulder. "You are quite right to do that," he murmured.
827 tossed his rebellious curls and tangled all their gilded threads.
828 There was a look of fear in his eyes, such as people have when they are
830 hidden nerve shook the scarlet of his lips and left them trembling.
837 Dorian Gray frowned and turned his head away. He could not help liking
840 something in his low languid voice that was absolutely fascinating.
846 altered him. Suddenly there had come some one across his life who
918 from his hand upon the gravel. A furry bee came and buzzed round it
951 As they entered the studio, Dorian Gray put his hand upon Lord Henry's
953 flushing at his own boldness, then stepped up on the platform and
954 resumed his pose.
959 to look at his work from a distance. In the slanting beams that
965 biting the end of one of his huge brushes and frowning. "It is quite
966 finished," he cried at last, and stooping down he wrote his name in
986 Dorian made no answer, but passed listlessly in front of his picture
987 and turned towards it. When he saw it he drew back, and his cheeks
988 flushed for a moment with pleasure. A look of joy came into his eyes,
991 him, but not catching the meaning of his words. The sense of his own
995 at them, forgotten them. They had not influenced his nature. Then had
996 come Lord Henry Wotton with his strange panegyric on youth, his
998 now, as he stood gazing at the shadow of his own loveliness, the full
1000 day when his face would be wrinkled and wizen, his eyes dim and
1001 colourless, the grace of his figure broken and deformed. The scarlet
1002 would pass away from his lips and the gold steal from his hair. The
1003 life that was to make his soul would mar his body. He would become
1007 knife and made each delicate fibre of his nature quiver. His eyes
1009 as if a hand of ice had been laid upon his heart.
1026 "How sad it is!" murmured Dorian Gray with his eyes still fixed upon
1027 his own portrait. "How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible, and
1046 and his cheeks burning.
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.
1072 Lord Henry shrugged his shoulders. "It is the real Dorian Gray--that
1088 Dorian Gray lifted his golden head from the pillow, and with pallid
1097 Hallward, tore the knife out of his hand, and flung it to the end of
1101 coldly when he had recovered from his surprise. "I never thought you
1174 The painter bit his lip and walked over, cup in hand, to the picture.
1202 breaks his own. I beg you not to go."
1204 Dorian Gray laughed and shook his head.
1213 "Very well," said Hallward, and he went over and laid down his cup on
1239 sofa, and a look of pain came into his face.
1246 Street over to the Albany to call on his uncle, Lord Fermor, a genial
1254 reason of his birth, his indolence, the good English of his dispatches,
1255 and his inordinate passion for pleasure. The son, who had been his
1256 father's secretary, had resigned along with his chief, somewhat
1261 took most of his meals at his club. He paid some attention to the
1262 management of his collieries in the Midland counties, excusing himself
1265 burning wood on his own hearth. In politics he was a Tory, except when
1267 for being a pack of Radicals. He was a hero to his valet, who bullied
1268 him, and a terror to most of his relations, whom he bullied in turn.
1271 there was a good deal to be said for his prejudices.
1273 When Lord Henry entered the room, he found his uncle sitting in a rough
1286 "Yes," murmured Lord Henry, settling his button-hole in his coat; "and
1304 "Mr. Dorian Gray? Who is he?" asked Lord Fermor, knitting his bushy
1309 Devereux, Lady Margaret Devereux. I want you to tell me about his
1315 Of course.... I knew his mother intimately. I believe I was at her
1323 his son-in-law in public--paid him, sir, to do it, paid him--and that
1324 the fellow spitted his man as if he had been a pigeon. The thing was
1325 hushed up, but, egad, Kelso ate his chop alone at the club for some
1326 time afterwards. He brought his daughter back with him, I was told,
1329 forgotten that. What sort of boy is he? If he is like his mother, he
1342 month. I hope he treated his grandson better than he did the jarvies."
1346 And ... his mother was very beautiful?"
1353 Carlington went on his knees to her. Told me so himself. She laughed
1362 striking the table with his fist.
1366 "They don't last, I am told," muttered his uncle.
1374 Lord Henry shook his head. "American girls are as clever at concealing
1411 The old gentleman growled approvingly and rang the bell for his
1413 and turned his steps in the direction of Berkeley Square.
1428 rose the wakening wonder of his face. Talking to him was like playing
1440 fashioned into a marvellous type, at any rate. Grace was his, and the
1449 herself, Dryadlike and not afraid, because in his soul who sought for
1461 indeed, half done so. He would make that wonderful spirit his own.
1465 passed his aunt's some distance, and, smiling to himself, turned back.
1467 had gone in to lunch. He gave one of the footmen his hat and stick and
1470 "Late as usual, Harry," cried his aunt, shaking her head at him.
1474 the end of the table, a flush of pleasure stealing into his cheek.
1480 followed his leader in public life and in private life followed the
1487 one of his aunt's oldest friends, a perfect saint amongst women, but so
1522 subject, he exhausted his listeners. The duchess sighed and exercised
1551 Sir Thomas waved his hand. "Mr. Erskine of Treadley has the world on
1552 his shelves. We practical men like to see things, not to read about
1577 love his playing."
1585 shrugging his shoulders. "I cannot sympathize with that. It is too
1661 and the consciousness that amongst his audience there was one whose
1662 temperament he wished to fascinate seemed to give his wit keenness and
1663 to lend colour to his imagination. He was brilliant, fantastic,
1664 irresponsible. He charmed his listeners out of themselves, and they
1665 followed his pipe, laughing. Dorian Gray never took his gaze off him,
1666 but sat like one under a spell, smiles chasing each other over his lips
1667 and wonder growing grave in his darkening eyes.
1689 a chair close to him, placed his hand upon his arm.
1760 Lord Henry had not yet come in. He was always late on principle, his
1773 He glanced quickly round and rose to his feet. "I beg your pardon. I
1776 "You thought it was my husband. It is only his wife. You must let me
1801 Dorian smiled and shook his head: "I am afraid I don't think so, Lady
1806 Harry's views from his friends. It is the only way I get to know of
1822 "I am charmed, my love, quite charmed," said Lord Henry, elevating his
1860 Lord Henry shrugged his shoulders. "That is a rather commonplace
1926 his hat with an air of gorgeous servility. There was something about
1987 low-comedian, who had introduced gags of his own and was on most
2046 Dorian Gray leaped to his feet, with flushed cheeks and burning eyes.
2050 Lord Henry, with a strange touch of pathos in his voice. "But why
2061 think, from his blank look of amazement, that he was under the
2075 "Well, he seemed to think they were beyond his means," laughed Dorian.
2082 once, with an air of pride, that his five bankruptcies were entirely
2122 his rings.
2140 been to the opera with you several times," said Dorian, opening his
2152 He shook his head. "To-night she is Imogen," he answered, "and
2169 spoke. Hectic spots of red burned on his cheeks. He was terribly
2175 scarlet flame. Out of its secret hiding-place had crept his soul, and
2226 "Basil, my dear boy, puts everything that is charming in him into his
2227 work. The consequence is that he has nothing left for life but his
2228 prejudices, his principles, and his common sense. The only artists I
2240 perfume on his handkerchief out of a large, gold-topped bottle that
2268 He was conscious--and the thought brought a gleam of pleasure into his
2269 brown agate eyes--that it was through certain words of his, musical
2272 the lad was his own creation. He had made him premature. That was
2282 Yes, the lad was premature. He was gathering his harvest while it was
2284 becoming self-conscious. It was delightful to watch him. With his
2285 beautiful face, and his beautiful soul, he was a thing to wonder at.
2317 certainly Dorian Gray was a subject made to his hand, and seemed to
2332 door, and his valet entered and reminded him it was time to dress for
2336 faded rose. He thought of his friend's young fiery-coloured life and
2394 eyelids were warm with his breath.
2418 what do you know of this young man? You don't even know his name. The
2430 thick-set of figure, and his hands and feet were large and somewhat
2431 clumsy in movement. He was not so finely bred as his sister. One
2443 James Vane looked into his sister's face with tenderness. "I want you
2473 "Nonsense, Jim," she whispered, stroking the sleeve of his coat.
2512 "You don't know his name, though," said the lad harshly.
2514 "No," answered his mother with a placid expression in her face. "He
2515 has not yet revealed his real name. I think it is quite romantic of
2518 James Vane bit his lip. "Watch over Sibyl, Mother," he cried, "watch
2530 with his coarse fingers. He had just turned round to say something
2542 there was something in his look that had made her feel afraid.
2550 "Come, Sibyl," said her brother impatiently. He hated his mother's
2587 good, and not lose his temper, or spend his money foolishly. She was
2589 must be sure, also, to write to her by every mail, and to say his
2603 conscious also of the shallowness and vanity of his mother's nature,
2608 His mother! He had something on his mind to ask of her, something that
2610 had heard at the theatre, a whispered sneer that had reached his ears
2613 hunting-crop across his face. His brows knit together into a wedge-like
2614 furrow, and with a twitch of pain he bit his underlip.
2624 He shrugged his shoulders. "You are more likely to forget me than I am
2635 "Why, you don't even know his name," answered the lad. "Who is he? I
2645 To have him sitting there! To play for his delight! I am afraid I may
2648 to his loafers at the bar. He has preached me as a dogma; to-night he
2649 will announce me as a revelation. I feel it. And it is all his, his
2670 She laughed and took his arm. "You dear old Jim, you talk as if you
2685 She made her brother talk of himself, his hopes, his prospects. He
2709 She looked at him in horror. He repeated his words. They cut the air
2745 She shrank from him. Then she laughed and put her hand on his arm. He
2757 to him, had come between them. Yet, when her arms were flung round his
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
2762 His mother was waiting for him below. She grumbled at his
2763 unpunctuality, as he entered. He made no answer, but sat down to his
2769 After some time, he thrust away his plate and put his head in his
2771 to him before, if it was as he suspected. Leaden with fear, his mother
2791 "My father was a scoundrel then!" cried the lad, clenching his fists.
2798 An oath broke from his lips. "I don't care for myself," he exclaimed,
2838 "No, Harry," answered the artist, giving his hat and coat to the bowing
2877 some vile creature, who might degrade his nature and ruin his
2883 portrait of him has quickened his appreciation of the personal
2885 others. We are to see her to-night, if that boy doesn't forget his
2894 down the room and biting his lip. "You can't approve of it, possibly.
2913 experience. I hope that Dorian Gray will make this girl his wife,
2937 lad, throwing off his evening cape with its satin-lined wings and
2938 shaking each of his friends by the hand in turn. "I have never been so
2949 Henry, putting his hand on the lad's shoulder and smiling as he spoke.
2991 Dorian Gray shook his head. "I left her in the forest of Arden; I
2994 Lord Henry sipped his champagne in a meditative manner. "At what
3007 Hallward laid his hand upon his arm. "Don't, Harry. You have annoyed
3019 Dorian Gray laughed, and tossed his head. "You are quite incorrigible,
3039 in his slow melodious voice. "But I am afraid I cannot claim my theory
3046 "Yes," echoed Dorian, leaning back in his chair and looking at Lord
3051 the thin stem of his glass with his pale, fine-pointed fingers.
3058 culture to accept the standard of his age is a form of the grossest
3076 Lord Henry shrugged his shoulders. "My dear fellow, mediaeval art is
3124 "I have known everything," said Lord Henry, with a tired look in his
3141 crowded flaring streets became blurred to his eyes. When the cab drew
3151 pompous humility, waving his fat jewelled hands and talking at the top
3152 of his voice. Dorian Gray loathed him more than ever. He felt as if
3177 Lord Henry, who was scanning the occupants of the gallery through his
3193 "Thanks, Basil," answered Dorian Gray, pressing his hand. "I knew that
3207 to tremble. Basil Hallward leaped to his feet and began to applaud.
3209 Lord Henry peered through his glasses, murmuring, "Charming! charming!"
3211 The scene was the hall of Capulet's house, and Romeo in his pilgrim's
3212 dress had entered with Mercutio and his other friends. The band, such
3233 Neither of his friends dared to say anything to him. She seemed to
3272 Henry got up from his chair and put on his coat. "She is quite
3306 to his eyes. His lips trembled, and rushing to the back of the box, he
3307 leaned up against the wall, hiding his face in his hands.
3309 "Let us go, Basil," said Lord Henry with a strange tenderness in his
3313 on the third act. Dorian Gray went back to his seat. He looked pale,
3333 The girl smiled. "Dorian," she answered, lingering over his name with
3343 He shrugged his shoulders. "You are ill, I suppose. When you are ill
3380 He flung himself down on the sofa and turned away his face. "You have
3384 across to him, and with her little fingers stroked his hair. She knelt
3385 down and pressed his hands to her lips. He drew them away, and a
3413 face, came across the room to him. She put her hand upon his arm and
3414 looked into his eyes. He thrust her back. "Don't touch me!" he cried.
3416 A low moan broke from her, and she flung herself at his feet and lay
3431 wounded thing, and Dorian Gray, with his beautiful eyes, looked down at
3432 her, and his chiselled lips curled in exquisite disdain. There is
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
3457 anodyne for his pain. He followed into the market and watched the men
3483 having thrown his hat and cape on the table, passed through the library
3484 towards the door of his bedroom, a large octagonal chamber on the
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.
3508 into its polished depths. No line like that warped his red lips. What
3511 He rubbed his eyes, and came close to the picture, and examined it
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
3521 portrait grow old; that his own beauty might be untarnished, and the
3522 face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions and his sins; that
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
3534 him, as he thought of her lying at his feet sobbing like a little
3548 his life, and told his story. It had taught him to love his own
3549 beauty. Would it teach him to loathe his own soul? Would he ever look
3554 Suddenly there had fallen upon his brain that tiny scarlet speck that
3559 met his own. A sense of infinite pity, not for himself, but for the
3569 marry her, try to love her again. Yes, it was his duty to do so. She
3575 He got up from his chair and drew a large screen right in front of the
3579 air seemed to drive away all his sombre passions. He thought only of
3580 Sibyl. A faint echo of his love came back to him. He repeated her
3590 what made his young master sleep so late. Finally his bell sounded,
3603 his letters. One of them was from Lord Henry, and had been brought by
3610 had the courage to send on to his guardians, who were extremely
3619 onyx-paved bathroom. The cool water refreshed him after his long
3631 Suddenly his eye fell on the screen that he had placed in front of the
3634 "Too cold for Monsieur?" asked his valet, putting an omelette on the
3637 Dorian shook his head. "I am not cold," he murmured.
3640 simply his own imagination that had made him see a look of evil where
3645 And, yet, how vivid was his recollection of the whole thing! First in
3647 cruelty round the warped lips. He almost dreaded his valet leaving the
3652 back. The man stood waiting for his orders. Dorian looked at him for
3665 deadlier chance, eyes other than his spied behind and saw the horrible
3667 his own picture? Basil would be sure to do that. No; the thing had to
3672 looked upon the mask of his shame. Then he drew the screen aside and
3689 too late to make reparation for that. She could still be his wife.
3701 scarlet threads of life and to weave them into a pattern; to find his
3729 pulling off his yellow gloves. "It is dreadful, from one point of
3745 "I have got through all that," said Dorian, shaking his head and
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,
3782 tearing his hands away from Lord Henry's grasp. "Dead! Sibyl dead!
3845 "My dear Dorian," answered Lord Henry, taking a cigarette from his case
3878 his sweet melancholy smile.
3915 "There is no necessity," rejoined his companion. "Life has always
3978 "She will never come to life again now," muttered the lad, burying his
3979 face in his hands.
4047 see the change taking place before his very eyes, shuddering as he
4059 love. A wonderful tragic figure? Tears came to his eyes as he
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
4066 him--life, and his own infinite curiosity about life. Eternal youth,
4069 burden of his shame: that was all.
4088 Besides, was it really under his control? Had it indeed been prayer
4100 follow his mind into its secret places. This portrait would be to him
4101 the most magical of mirrors. As it had revealed to him his own body,
4102 so it would reveal to him his own soul. And when winter came upon it,
4106 Not one blossom of his loveliness would ever fade. Not one pulse of
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
4114 Henry was leaning over his chair.
4152 strained touch of pain in his voice. "You went to the opera while
4158 "Stop, Basil! I won't hear it!" cried Dorian, leaping to his feet.
4172 down to my studio to sit for his picture. But you were simple,
4190 "Basil," said the lad, going over to him and putting his hand on his
4200 The elder man buried his face in his hands. "How fearful," he
4223 spent twenty years of his life in trying to get some grievance
4225 Finally he succeeded, and nothing could exceed his disappointment. He
4251 and his personality had been the great turning point in his art. He
4252 could not bear the idea of reproaching him any more. After all, his
4261 Dorian shook his head, and a look of annoyance passed over his face at
4312 his eyes were like disks of blue fire. He was trembling all over.
4319 want me to," he said, rather coldly, turning on his heel and going over
4327 shown his secret? Were people to gape at the mystery of his life?
4338 Dorian Gray passed his hand over his forehead. There were beads of
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.
4376 "Basil!" cried the lad, clutching the arms of his chair with trembling
4429 Dorian Gray drew a long breath. The colour came back to his cheeks,
4430 and a smile played about his lips. The peril was over. He was safe
4447 Dorian shook his head. "You must not ask me that, Basil. I could not
4478 his days in saying what is incredible and his evenings in doing what is
4501 instead of having been forced to reveal his own secret, he had
4502 succeeded, almost by chance, in wresting a secret from his friend! How
4504 fits of jealousy, his wild devotion, his extravagant panegyrics, his
4512 in a room to which any of his friends had access.
4518 When his servant entered, he looked at him steadfastly and wondered if
4520 impassive and waited for his orders. Dorian lit a cigarette and walked
4524 on his guard.
4528 send two of his men round at once. It seemed to him that as the man
4529 left the room his eyes wandered in the direction of the screen. Or was
4530 that merely his own fancy?
4543 hasn't been opened for nearly five years--not since his lordship died."
4545 He winced at the mention of his grandfather. He had hateful memories
4560 As the door closed, Dorian put the key in his pocket and looked round
4563 Venetian work that his grandfather had found in a convent near Bologna.
4568 What the worm was to the corpse, his sins would be to the painted image
4576 more poisonous influences that came from his own temperament. The love
4588 covered it, and, holding it in his hands, passed behind the screen.
4590 was unchanged, and yet his loathing of it was intensified. Gold hair,
4598 door. He passed out as his servant entered.
4617 artists who dealt with him. As a rule, he never left his shop. He
4622 "What can I do for you, Mr. Gray?" he said, rubbing his fat freckled
4642 beginning, with the aid of his assistant, to unhook the picture from
4655 of seeing a gentleman doing anything useful, Dorian put his hand to it
4659 reached the top landing. And he wiped his shiny forehead.
4663 secret of his life and hide his soul from the eyes of men.
4669 Kelso for the use of the little grandson whom, for his strange likeness
4670 to his mother, and also for other reasons, he had always hated and
4675 filled with his dog-eared schoolbooks. On the wall behind it was
4679 remembered it all! Every moment of his lonely childhood came back to
4680 him as he looked round. He recalled the stainless purity of his boyish
4689 would not see it. Why should he watch the hideous corruption of his
4690 soul? He kept his youth--that was enough. And, besides, might not
4691 his nature grow finer, after all? There was no reason that the future
4692 should be so full of shame. Some love might come across his life, and
4707 grandfather who had been so stern to him in his boyhood. The picture
4722 keeping his eye on the man. He felt ready to leap upon him and fling
4724 concealed the secret of his life. "I shan't trouble you any more now.
4729 who glanced back at Dorian with a look of shy wonder in his rough
4733 and put the key in his pocket. He felt safe now. No one would ever
4734 look upon the horrible thing. No eye but his would ever see his shame.
4739 Radley, his guardian's wife, a pretty professional invalid who had
4760 it. A red pencil-mark on the fifth page caught his eye. It drew
4798 spent his life trying to realize in the nineteenth century all the
4799 passions and modes of thought that belonged to every century except his
4822 more. Then, after his valet had reminded him several times of the
4824 the book on the little Florentine table that always stood at his
4834 "Yes, I thought you would like it," replied his host, rising from his
4851 different colours, so that they might suit his various moods and the
4856 indeed, the whole book seemed to him to contain the story of his own
4862 water which came upon the young Parisian so early in his life, and was
4874 rumours about his mode of life crept through London and became the
4875 chatter of the clubs--could not believe anything to his dishonour when
4878 Dorian Gray entered the room. There was something in the purity of his
4886 his friends, or thought that they were so, he himself would creep
4892 quicken his sense of pleasure. He grew more and more enamoured of his
4893 own beauty, more and more interested in the corruption of his own soul.
4898 place his white hands beside the coarse bloated hands of the picture,
4901 There were moments, indeed, at night, when, lying sleepless in his own
4904 disguise, it was his habit to frequent, he would think of the ruin he
4905 had brought upon his soul with a pity that was all the more poignant
4912 Yet he was not really reckless, at any rate in his relations to
4915 world his beautiful house and have the most celebrated musicians of the
4916 day to charm his guests with the wonders of their art. His little
4940 his graceful, though to him only half-serious, fopperies.
4943 immediately offered to him on his coming of age, and found, indeed, a
4945 London of his own day what to imperial Neronian Rome the author of the
4946 Satyricon once had been, yet in his inmost heart he desired to be
4970 the hermit the beasts of the field as his companions.
5018 to be the true object, or amongst the true objects, of life; and in his
5022 alien to his nature, abandon himself to their subtle influences, and
5023 then, having, as it were, caught their colour and satisfied his
5036 pavement and watch the priest, in his stiff flowered dalmatic, slowly
5041 Passion of Christ, breaking the Host into the chalice and smiting his
5042 breast for his sins. The fuming censers that the grave boys, in their
5049 But he never fell into the error of arresting his intellectual
5093 unheeded on his ear. He collected together from all parts of the world
5118 voices. Yet, after some time, he wearied of them, and would sit in his
5121 of art a presentation of the tragedy of his own soul.
5160 The King of Ceilan rode through his city with a large ruby in his hand,
5161 as the ceremony of his coronation. The gates of the palace of John the
5181 France, his horse was loaded with gold leaves, according to Brantome,
5182 and his cap had double rows of rubies that threw out a great light.
5186 on his way to the Tower previous to his coronation, as wearing "a
5188 rich stones, and a great bauderike about his neck of large balasses."
5195 the Rash, the last Duke of Burgundy of his race, was hung with
5201 Then he turned his attention to embroideries and to the tapestries that
5209 story of their shame, but he was unchanged. No winter marred his face
5210 or stained his flowerlike bloom. How different it was with material
5238 fifteen feet high in his apartment. The state bed of Sobieski, King of
5259 long cedar chests that lined the west gallery of his house, he had
5284 which such things were put, there was something that quickened his
5287 For these treasures, and everything that he collected in his lovely
5291 locked room where he had spent so much of his boyhood, he had hung with
5292 his own hands the terrible portrait whose changing features showed him
5293 the real degradation of his life, and in front of it had draped the
5295 would forget the hideous painted thing, and get back his light heart,
5296 his wonderful joyousness, his passionate absorption in mere existence.
5299 until he was driven away. On his return he would sit in front of the
5303 shadow that had to bear the burden that should have been his own.
5309 that was such a part of his life, and was also afraid that during his
5320 Yet he was afraid. Sometimes when he was down at his great house in
5321 Nottinghamshire, entertaining the fashionable young men of his own rank
5322 who were his chief companions, and astounding the county by the wanton
5323 luxury and gorgeous splendour of his mode of life, he would suddenly
5324 leave his guests and rush back to town to see that the door had not
5327 the world would know his secret then. Perhaps the world already
5331 He was very nearly blackballed at a West End club of which his birth
5336 became current about him after he had passed his twenty-fifth year. It
5343 they were determined to discover his secret.
5346 and in the opinion of most people his frank debonair manner, his
5352 wildly adored him, and for his sake had braved all social censure and
5356 Yet these whispered scandals only increased in the eyes of many his
5364 given one a bad dinner, or poor wine, is irreproachable in his private
5367 possibly a good deal to be said for his view. For the canons of good
5382 of his country house and look at the various portraits of those whose
5383 blood flowed in his veins. Here was Philip Herbert, described by
5384 Francis Osborne, in his Memoires on the Reigns of Queen Elizabeth and
5385 King James, as one who was "caressed by the Court for his handsome
5388 to body till it had reached his own? Was it some dim sense of that
5391 so changed his life? Here, in gold-embroidered red doublet, jewelled
5393 with his silver-and-black armour piled at his feet. What had this
5395 some inheritance of sin and shame? Were his own actions merely the
5404 look curiously at him. What of George Willoughby, with his powdered
5409 century, and the friend, in his youth, of Lord Ferrars. What of the
5410 second Lord Beckenham, the companion of the Prince Regent in his
5412 Fitzherbert? How proud and handsome he was, with his chestnut curls
5415 The star of the Garter glittered upon his breast. Beside him hung the
5416 portrait of his wife, a pallid, thin-lipped woman in black. Her blood,
5417 also, stirred within him. How curious it all seemed! And his mother
5419 what he had got from her. He had got from her his beauty, and his
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
5436 been his own.
5438 The hero of the wonderful novel that had so influenced his life had
5447 with haggard eyes for the reflection of the dagger that was to end his
5453 Caesar as he passed by; and, as Elagabalus, had painted his face with
5461 monstrous or mad: Filippo, Duke of Milan, who slew his wife and
5464 Paul the Second, who sought in his vanity to assume the title of
5468 roses by a harlot who had loved him; the Borgia on his white horse,
5469 with Fratricide riding beside him and his mantle stained with the blood
5471 child and minion of Sixtus IV, whose beauty was equalled only by his
5477 Fiend, as was reported, and one who had cheated his father at dice when
5478 gambling with him for his own soul; Giambattista Cibo, who in mockery
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
5488 painted with the images of love and death and madness; and, in his
5490 Baglioni, who slew Astorre with his bride, and Simonetto with his page,
5496 and they troubled his imagination in the day. The Renaissance knew of
5501 could realize his conception of the beautiful.
5507 It was on the ninth of November, the eve of his own thirty-eighth
5514 his grey ulster turned up. He had a bag in his hand. Dorian
5517 recognition and went on quickly in the direction of his own house.
5520 pavement and then hurrying after him. In a few moments, his hand was
5521 on his arm.
5542 languidly as he passed up the steps and opened the door with his
5545 The lamplight struggled out through the fog, and Hallward looked at his
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
5579 "Thanks, I won't have anything more," said the painter, taking his cap
5584 "What is it all about?" cried Dorian in his petulant way, flinging
5588 "It is about yourself," answered Hallward in his grave deep voice, "and
5601 "They must interest you, Dorian. Every gentleman is interested in his
5609 itself in the lines of his mouth, the droop of his eyelids, the
5610 moulding of his hands even. Somebody--I won't mention his name, but
5611 you know him--came to me last year to have his portrait done. I had
5614 price. I refused him. There was something in the shape of his fingers
5627 Dudley. Staveley curled his lip and said that you might have the most
5634 his great friend. There was Sir Henry Ashton, who had to leave England
5636 Singleton and his dreadful end? What about Lord Kent's only son and
5637 his career? I met his father yesterday in St. James's Street. He
5643 said Dorian Gray, biting his lip, and with a note of infinite contempt
5644 in his voice. "You ask me why Berwick leaves a room when I enter it.
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
5647 his record be clean? You ask me about Henry Ashton and young Perth.
5648 Did I teach the one his vices, and the other his debauchery? If Kent's
5649 silly son takes his wife from the streets, what is that to me? If
5650 Adrian Singleton writes his friend's name across a bill, am I his
5664 judge of a man by the effect he has over his friends. Yours seem to
5670 not have made his sister's name a by-word."
5686 saying that, and then proceeded to break his word. I do want to preach
5697 a letter that his wife had written to him when she was dying alone in
5707 "Yes," answered Hallward gravely, and with deep-toned sorrow in his
5721 his foot upon the ground in his boyish insolent manner. He felt a
5722 terrible joy at the thought that some one else was to share his secret,
5724 all his shame was to be burdened for the rest of his life with the
5728 his stern eyes, "I shall show you my soul. You shall see the thing
5759 Dorian Gray smiled. There was a curl of contempt in his lips. "Come
5822 recognize his own brushwork, and the frame was his own design. The
5824 and held it to the picture. In the left-hand corner was his own name,
5828 done that. Still, it was his own picture. He knew it, and he felt as
5829 if his blood had changed in a moment from fire to sluggish ice. His
5832 and his parched tongue seemed unable to articulate. He passed his hand
5833 across his forehead. It was dank with clammy sweat.
5839 spectator, with perhaps a flicker of triumph in his eyes. He had taken
5840 the flower out of his coat, and was smelling it, or pretending to do so.
5843 shrill and curious in his ears.
5846 his hand, "you met me, flattered me, and taught me to be vain of my
5859 window and leaning his forehead against the cold, mist-stained glass.
5895 lay there sputtering. He placed his foot on it and put it out. Then
5897 and buried his face in his hands.
5922 been suggested to him by the image on the canvas, whispered into his
5925 more than in his whole life he had ever loathed anything. He glanced
5931 it and turned round. Hallward stirred in his chair as if he was going
5960 policeman going his rounds and flashing the long beam of his lantern on
5974 fatal portrait to which all his misery had been due had gone out of his
5980 by his servant, and questions would be asked. He hesitated for a
5988 the sound of his own footsteps.
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.
6003 train, as he had intended. With his curious reserved habits, it would
6007 A sudden thought struck him. He put on his fur coat and hat and went
6010 bull's-eye reflected in the window. He waited and held his breath.
6014 about five minutes his valet appeared, half-dressed and looking very
6031 to catch his train."
6042 The man shambled down the passage in his slippers.
6044 Dorian Gray threw his hat and coat upon the table and passed into the
6046 biting his lip and thinking. Then he took down the Blue Book from one
6054 At nine o'clock the next morning his servant came in with a cup of
6056 peacefully, lying on his right side, with one hand underneath his
6060 he opened his eyes a faint smile passed across his lips, as though he
6065 He turned round, and leaning upon his elbow, began to sip his
6071 blood-stained feet into his brain and reconstructed themselves there
6088 When the half-hour struck, he passed his hand across his forehead, and
6089 then got up hastily and dressed himself with even more than his usual
6090 care, giving a good deal of attention to the choice of his necktie and
6091 scarf-pin and changing his rings more than once. He spent a long time
6092 also over breakfast, tasting the various dishes, talking to his valet
6094 servants at Selby, and going through his correspondence. At some of
6096 times over and then tore up with a slight look of annoyance in his
6100 After he had drunk his cup of black coffee, he wiped his lips slowly
6101 with a napkin, motioned to his servant to wait, and going over to the
6102 table, sat down and wrote two letters. One he put in his pocket, the
6106 is out of town, get his address."
6121 turned over the pages, his eye fell on the poem about the hand of
6123 its downy red hairs and its "_doigts de faune_." He glanced at his own
6176 time the book fell from his hand. He grew nervous, and a horrible fit
6191 spent a great deal of his time working in the laboratory, and had taken
6192 a good class in the Natural Science Tripos of his year. Indeed, he was
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
6213 music, and would never himself play, giving as his excuse, when he was
6216 seemed to become more interested in biology, and his name appeared once
6230 his burning lids as though he would have robbed the very brain of sight
6241 At last the door opened and his servant entered. He turned glazed eyes
6246 A sigh of relief broke from his parched lips, and the colour came back
6247 to his cheeks.
6253 looking very stern and rather pale, his pallor being intensified by his
6261 steady searching gaze that he turned on Dorian. He kept his hands in
6262 the pockets of his Astrakhan coat, and seemed not to have noticed the
6383 out his hand, took a piece of paper, and wrote something on it. He
6388 opened it. As he read it, his face became ghastly pale and he fell
6389 back in his chair. A horrible sense of sickness came over him. He
6390 felt as if his heart was beating itself to death in some empty hollow.
6393 came and stood behind him, putting his hand upon his shoulder.
6405 Campbell buried his face in his hands, and a shudder passed through him.
6414 borne. He felt as if an iron ring was being slowly tightened round his
6416 come upon him. The hand upon his shoulder weighed like a hand of lead.
6437 to his assistant. Dorian took the note up and read it carefully. Then
6438 he rang the bell and gave it to his valet, with orders to return as
6448 Gray, saw that his eyes were filled with tears. There was something 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
6508 Dorian half opened the door. As he did so, he saw the face of his
6511 forgotten, for the first time in his life, to hide the fatal canvas,
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
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
6566 and goodness. He himself could not help wondering at the calm of his
6614 Venetian-red hair; Lady Alice Chapman, his hostess's daughter, a dowdy
6617 white-whiskered creature who, like so many of his class, was under the
6628 opened and he heard his slow musical voice lending charm to some
6634 now and then Lord Henry looked across at him, wondering at his silence
6635 and abstracted manner. From time to time the butler filled his glass
6636 with champagne. He drank eagerly, and his thirst seemed to increase.
6660 "She is still _decolletee_," he answered, taking an olive in his long
6692 said Lord Henry, sipping his wine.
6697 "But what world says that?" asked Lord Henry, elevating his eyebrows.
6709 "Isn't he incorrigible?" cried Dorian, leaning forward in his chair.
6711 "I hope so," said his hostess, laughing. "But really, if you all
6718 adored his first wife. Women try their luck; men risk theirs."
6736 "_Fin du globe_," answered his hostess.
6794 table and came up to the top. Dorian Gray changed his seat and went
6796 the situation in the House of Commons. He guffawed at his adversaries.
6798 mind--reappeared from time to time between his explosions. An
6834 "Oh, the Willoughbys, Lord Rugby and his wife, our hostess, Geoffrey
6842 Monte Carlo with his father."
6854 "Yes," he answered. Then he bit his lip. "No, I don't mean that. I
6862 Lord Henry shrugged his shoulders. "My dear fellow, as if I cared!
6875 drove back to his own house, he was conscious that the sense of terror
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
6882 door of his library, he opened the secret press into which he had
6887 Algerian pastilles in a pierced copper brazier, he bathed his hands and
6891 nervously at his underlip. Between two of the windows stood a large
6897 the long fringed lashes almost touched his cheek. But he still watched
6908 He hesitated for some moments, with a strangely immobile smile upon his
6912 he did so, and went into his bedroom.
6915 dressed commonly, and with a muffler wrapped round his throat, crept
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
6938 Lying back in the hansom, with his hat pulled over his forehead, Dorian
6951 man lost his way and had to drive back half a mile. A steam rose from
6956 the soul!" How the words rang in his ears! His soul, certainly, was
6969 and his delicate hands twitched nervously together. He struck at the
6970 horse madly with his stick. The driver laughed and whipped up. He
6987 gestures like live things. He hated them. A dull rage was in his
6990 yards. The driver beat at them with his whip.
6995 them the full expression, as it were, of his mood, and justified, by
6997 still have dominated his temper. From cell to cell of his brain crept
7042 showing their white teeth as they chattered. In one corner, with his
7043 head buried in his arms, a sailor sprawled over a table, and by the
7045 haggard women, mocking an old man who was brushing the sleeves of his
7052 heavy odour of opium met him. He heaved a deep breath, and his
7075 eating his soul away. From time to time he seemed to see the eyes of
7089 Dorian shrugged his shoulders. "I am sick of women who love one.
7105 them. The women sidled up and began to chatter. Dorian turned his
7111 "For God's sake don't talk to me," cried Dorian, stamping his foot on
7131 his parched mouth with a handkerchief.
7133 Dorian walked to the door with a look of pain in his face. As he drew
7135 woman who had taken his money. "There goes the devil's bargain!" she
7143 The drowsy sailor leaped to his feet as she spoke, and looked wildly
7144 round. The sound of the shutting of the hall door fell on his ear. He
7149 if the ruin of that young life was really to be laid at his door, as
7150 Basil Hallward had said to him with such infamy of insult. He bit his
7151 lip, and for a few seconds his eyes grew sad. Yet, after all, what did
7153 another's errors on one's shoulders. Each man lived his own life and
7154 paid his own price for living it. The only pity was one had to pay so
7170 rebellion, Dorian Gray hastened on, quickening his step as he went, but
7174 he was thrust back against the wall, with a brutal hand round his
7179 and saw the gleam of a polished barrel, pointing straight at his head,
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
7212 "Eighteen years," laughed Dorian Gray, with a touch of triumph in his
7222 summers, hardly older, if older indeed at all, than his sister had been
7226 He loosened his hold and reeled back. "My God! my God!" he cried, "and
7238 trouble," said Dorian, turning on his heel and going slowly down the
7244 with stealthy footsteps. He felt a hand laid on his arm and looked
7249 close to his. "I knew you were following him when you rushed out from
7256 got his blood upon my hands."
7290 a jaded-looking man of sixty, was amongst his guests. It was tea-time,
7298 the last Brazilian beetle that he had added to his collection. Three
7304 the table and putting his cup down. "I hope Dorian has told you about
7309 my own name, and I am sure Mr. Gray should be satisfied with his."
7346 "I never tilt against beauty," he said, with a wave of his hand.
7485 Dorian hesitated for a moment. Then he threw his head back and
7492 "And does his philosophy make you happy?"
7504 "Let me get you some orchids, Duchess," cried Dorian, starting to his
7507 "You are flirting disgracefully with him," said Lord Henry to his
7559 "Ah! you must suit your frock to his flowers, Gladys."
7575 his eyes, Lord Henry rushed through the flapping palms to find Dorian
7589 "No, I will come down," he said, struggling to his feet. "I would
7592 He went to his room and dressed. There was a wild recklessness of
7593 gaiety in his manner as he sat at table, but now and then a thrill of
7603 time in his own room, sick with a wild terror of dying, and yet
7607 the leaded panes seemed to him like his own wasted resolutions and wild
7608 regrets. When he closed his eyes, he saw again the sailor's face
7610 lay its hand upon his heart.
7612 But perhaps it had been only his fancy that had called vengeance out of
7624 in his ship to founder in some winter sea. From him, at any rate, he
7631 his be if, day and night, shadows of his crime were to peer at him from
7632 silent corners, to mock him from secret places, to whisper in his ear
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
7639 and swathed in scarlet, rose the image of his sin. When Lord Henry
7645 seemed to bring him back his joyousness and his ardour for life. But
7654 terror-stricken imagination, and looked back now on his fears with
7664 his gun. He jumped from the cart, and having told the groom to take
7665 the mare home, made his way towards his guest through the withered
7674 Dorian strolled along by his side. The keen aromatic air, the brown
7684 Geoffrey put his gun to his shoulder, but there was something in the
7688 "What nonsense, Dorian!" laughed his companion, and as the hare bounded
7695 called out at the top of his voice. "A man is hurt."
7697 The head-keeper came running up with a stick in his hand.
7716 After a few moments--that were to him, in his perturbed state, like
7717 endless hours of pain--he felt a hand laid on his shoulder. He started
7729 shot in his chest. He must have died almost instantaneously. Come;
7743 Dorian shook his head. "It is a bad omen, Harry. I feel as if
7745 perhaps," he added, passing his hand over his eyes, with a gesture of
7772 man touched his hat, glanced for a moment at Lord Henry in a hesitating
7773 manner, and then produced a letter, which he handed to his master.
7776 Dorian put the letter into his pocket. "Tell her Grace that I am
7802 his voice. "But I seem to have lost the passion and forgotten the
7845 Dorian, Lord Henry turned and looked at the duchess with his slumberous
7851 He shook his head. "Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty
7891 "It makes your eyes lovelier," was his reply.
7896 Upstairs, in his own room, Dorian Gray was lying on a sofa, with terror
7897 in every tingling fibre of his body. Life had suddenly become too
7903 At five o'clock he rang his bell for his servant and gave him orders to
7904 pack his things for the night-express to town, and to have the brougham
7910 town to consult his doctor and asking him to entertain his guests in
7911 his absence. As he was putting it into the envelope, a knock came to
7912 the door, and his valet informed him that the head-keeper wished to see
7913 him. He frowned and bit his lip. "Send him in," he muttered, after
7916 As soon as the man entered, Dorian pulled his chequebook out of a
7936 The pen dropped from Dorian Gray's hand, and he felt as if his heart
7944 looking at the man with startled eyes. "Anything that would tell his
7951 Dorian started to his feet. A terrible hope fluttered past him. He
7965 in spectral procession, and wild shadows to fling themselves across his
7967 He lashed her across the neck with his crop. She cleft the dusky air
7973 that the body was there, and he hurried to the door and put his hand
7977 discovery that would either make or mar his life. Then he thrust the
7985 Dorian Gray shuddered. He felt that his could not be the hand to take
7993 broke from his lips. The man who had been shot in the thicket was
7997 home, his eyes were full of tears, for he knew he was safe.
8004 Lord Henry, dipping his white fingers into a red copper bowl filled
8007 Dorian Gray shook his head. "No, Harry, I have done too many dreadful
8029 you had done more than one?" asked his companion as he spilled into his
8057 leaned back in his chair. "My dear Dorian, you have the most curiously
8097 "What do you think has happened to Basil?" asked Dorian, holding up his
8107 "Because," said Lord Henry, passing beneath his nostrils the gilt
8119 room, sat down to the piano and let his fingers stray across the white
8130 for you and that you were the dominant motive of his art."
8132 "I was very fond of Basil," said Dorian with a note of sadness in his
8137 the sort of man to have gone to them. He had no curiosity. It was his
8162 scandal. Yes: I should fancy that was his end. I see him lying now
8163 on his back under those dull-green waters, with the heavy barges
8164 floating over him and long weeds catching in his hair. Do you know, I
8166 ten years his painting had gone off very much."
8171 perch. As his pointed fingers touched it, it dropped the white scurf
8175 "Yes," he continued, turning round and taking his handkerchief out of
8176 his pocket; "his painting had quite gone off. It seemed to me to have
8186 belonged to Basil's best period. Since then, his work was that curious
8201 Lord Henry laughed. "If a man treats life artistically, his brain is
8202 his heart," he answered, sinking into an arm-chair.
8204 Dorian Gray shook his head and struck some soft chords on the piano.
8210 he gain the whole world and lose--how does the quotation run?--his own
8213 The music jarred, and Dorian Gray started and stared at his friend.
8216 "My dear fellow," said Lord Henry, elevating his eyebrows in surprise,
8221 man yelling out that question to his audience. It struck me as being
8299 Dorian rose up from the piano and passed his hand through his hair.
8315 "I hope not," said Dorian with a sad look in his eyes. "But I am tired
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,
8365 smoking his cigarette, two young men in evening dress passed him. He
8368 at, or talked about. He was tired of hearing his own name now. Half
8378 When he reached home, he found his servant waiting up for him. He sent
8383 for the unstained purity of his boyhood--his rose-white boyhood, as
8385 filled his mind with corruption and given horror to his fancy; that he
8387 joy in being so; and that of the lives that had crossed his own, it had
8392 the portrait should bear the burden of his days, and he keep the
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
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
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
8413 mask, his youth but a mockery. What was youth at best? A green, an
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
8424 death of Basil Hallward that weighed most upon his mind. It was the
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
8430 his suicide had been his own act. He had chosen to do it. It was
8440 had been? Perhaps if his life became pure, he would be able to expel
8445 door, a smile of joy flitted across his strangely young-looking face
8446 and lingered for a moment about his lips. Yes, he would be good, and
8450 He went in quietly, locking the door behind him, as was his custom, and
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
8470 They would shut him up if he persisted in his story.... Yet it was
8471 his duty to confess, to suffer public shame, and to make public
8474 till he had told his own sin. His sin? He shrugged his shoulders.
8476 of Hetty Merton. For it was an unjust mirror, this mirror of his soul
8478 been nothing more in his renunciation than that? There had been
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
8491 should look upon it. It had brought melancholy across his passions.
8530 of their master as they had last seen him, in all the wonder of his
8532 evening dress, with a knife in his heart. He was withered, wrinkled,