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"i wish it were stopped for ever, harry," he answered bitterly. "the whole thing is hideous and cruel. is the man ... ?"
the man bowed and retired. in a few moments, alan campbell walked in, looking very stern and rather pale, his pallor being intensified by his coal-black hair and dark eyebrows.
then he wrote a note to lord henry, telling him that he was going up to town to consult his doctor and asking him to entertain his guests in his absence. as he was putting it into the envelope, a knock came to the door, and his valet informed him that the head-keeper wished to see him. he frowned and bit his lip. "send him in," he muttered, after some moments hesitation.
when they reached the top landing, dorian took out the key and turned it in the lock. then he stopped, and a troubled look came into his eyes. he shuddered. "i dont think i can go in, alan," he murmured.
as they entered the studio, dorian gray put his hand upon lord henrys arm. "in that case, let our friendship be a caprice," he murmured, flushing at his own boldness, then stepped up on the platform and resumed his pose.
"ask him to come in at once, francis." he felt that he was himself again. his mood of cowardice had passed away.