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dorian gray laughed and shook his head.
"alan, i entreat you. think of the position i am in. just before you came i almost fainted with terror. you may know terror yourself some day. no! dont think of that. look at the matter purely from the scientific point of view. you dont inquire where the dead things on which you experiment come from. dont inquire now. i have told you too much as it is. but i beg of you to do this. we were friends once, alan."
he took the lamp from the table and crept upstairs. as he unbarred the door, a smile of joy flitted across his strangely young-looking face and lingered for a moment about his lips. yes, he would be good, and the hideous thing that he had hidden away would no longer be a terror to him. he felt as if the load had been lifted from him already.
"dorian gray is engaged to be married," said lord henry, watching him as he spoke.
"sibyl is the only thing i care about. what is it to me where she came from? from her little head to her little feet, she is absolutely and entirely divine. every night of my life i go to see her act, and every night she is more marvellous."