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"especially when one has been wounded by it," answered lord henry.
a few moments afterwards the footlights flared up and the curtain rose on the third act. dorian gray went back to his seat. he looked pale, and proud, and indifferent. the play dragged on, and seemed interminable. half of the audience went out, tramping in heavy boots and laughing. the whole thing was a fiasco. the last act was played to almost empty benches. the curtain went down on a titter and some groans.