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"but they are so unhappy in whitechapel," continued lady agatha.
"we are talking about poor dartmoor, lord henry," cried the duchess, nodding pleasantly to him across the table. "do you think he will really marry this fascinating young person?"
a sudden thought struck him. he put on his fur coat and hat and went out into the hall. there he paused, hearing the slow heavy tread of the policeman on the pavement outside and seeing the flash of the bulls-eye reflected in the window. he waited and held his breath.
dorians arms fell to his side. paralysed with terror, he did not know what to do. suddenly a wild hope flashed across his brain. "stop," he cried. "how long ago is it since your sister died? quick, tell me!"
as soon as it was over, dorian gray rushed behind the scenes into the greenroom. the girl was standing there alone, with a look of triumph on her face. her eyes were lit with an exquisite fire. there was a radiance about her. her parted lips were smiling over some secret of their own.
lord henry smiled and looked at dorian gray. "am i to go, mr. gray?" he asked.
"certainly. the park is quite lovely now. i dont think there have been such lilacs since the year i met you."