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"
Perhaps
.
"
"
Good-night
,
then
.
"
"
Good-night
,
"
answered
the
young
man
,
passing
up
the
steps
,
and
wiping
his
parched
mouth
with
a
handkerchief
.
Dorian
walked
to
the
door
with
a
look
of
pain
in
his
face
.
As
he
drew
the
curtain
aside
a
hideous
laugh
broke
from
the
painted
lips
of
the
woman
who
had
taken
his
money
.
"
There
goes
the
devil
's
bargain
!
"
she
hiccoughed
,
in
a
hoarse
voice
.
"
Curse
you
!
"
he
answered
,
"
do
n't
call
me
that
.
"
She
snapped
her
fingers
.
"
Prince
Charming
is
what
you
like
to
be
called
,
ai
n't
it
?
"
she
yelled
after
him
.
The
drowsy
sailor
leapt
to
his
feet
as
she
spoke
,
and
looked
wildly
round
.
The
sound
of
the
shutting
of
the
hall
door
fell
on
his
ear
.
He
rushed
out
as
if
in
pursuit
.
Dorian
Gray
hurried
along
the
quay
through
the
drizzling
rain
.
His
meeting
with
Adrian
Singleton
had
strangely
moved
him
,
and
he
wondered
if
the
ruin
of
that
young
life
was
really
to
be
laid
at
his
door
,
as
Basil
Hallward
had
said
to
him
with
such
infamy
of
insult
.
He
bit
his
lip
,
and
for
a
few
seconds
his
eyes
grew
sad
.
Yet
,
after
all
,
what
did
it
matter
to
him
?
One
's
days
were
too
brief
to
take
the
burden
of
another
's
errors
on
one
's
shoulders
.
Each
man
lived
his
own
life
,
and
paid
his
own
price
for
living
it
.
The
only
pity
was
one
had
to
pay
so
often
for
a
single
fault
.
One
had
to
pay
over
and
over
again
,
indeed
.
In
her
dealings
with
man
Destiny
never
closed
her
accounts
.
There
are
moments
,
psychologists
tell
us
,
when
the
passion
for
sin
,
or
for
what
the
world
calls
sin
,
so
dominates
a
nature
,
that
every
fibre
of
the
body
,
as
every
cell
of
the
brain
,
seems
to
be
instinct
with
fearful
impulses
.
Men
and
women
at
such
moments
lose
the
freedom
of
their
will
.
They
move
to
their
terrible
end
as
automatons
move
,
Choice
is
taken
from
them
,
and
conscience
is
either
killed
,
or
,
if
it
lives
at
all
,
lives
but
to
give
rebellion
its
fascination
,
and
disobedience
its
charm
.
For
all
sins
,
as
theologians
weary
not
of
reminding
us
,
are
sins
of
disobedience
.
When
that
high
spirit
,
that
morning-star
of
evil
,
fell
from
heaven
,
it
was
as
a
rebel
that
he
fell
.
Callous
,
concentrated
on
evil
,
with
stained
mind
,
and
soul
hungry
for
rebellion
,
Dorian
Gray
hastened
on
,
quickening
his
step
as
he
went
,
but
as
he
darted
aside
into
a
dim
archway
,
that
had
served
him
often
as
a
short
cut
to
the
ill-famed
place
where
he
was
going
,
he
felt
himself
suddenly
seized
from
behind
,
and
before
he
had
time
to
defend
himself
he
was
thrust
back
against
the
wall
,
with
a
brutal
hand
round
his
throat
.
