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I
represent
to
you
all
the
sins
you
have
never
had
the
courage
to
commit
.
"
"
What
nonsense
you
talk
,
Harry
!
"
cried
the
lad
,
taking
a
light
from
a
fire-breathing
silver
dragon
that
the
waiter
had
placed
on
the
table
.
"
Let
us
go
down
to
the
theatre
.
When
Sibyl
comes
on
the
stage
you
will
have
a
new
ideal
of
life
.
She
will
represent
something
to
you
that
you
have
never
known
.
"
"
I
have
known
everything
,
"
said
Lord
Henry
,
with
a
tired
look
in
his
eyes
,
"
but
I
am
always
ready
for
a
new
emotion
.
I
am
afraid
,
however
,
that
,
for
me
at
any
rate
,
there
is
no
such
thing
.
Still
,
your
wonderful
girl
may
thrill
me
.
I
love
acting
.
It
is
so
much
more
real
than
life
.
Let
us
go
.
Dorian
,
you
will
come
with
me
.
I
am
so
sorry
,
Basil
,
but
there
is
only
room
for
two
in
the
brougham
.
You
must
follow
us
in
a
hansom
.
"
They
got
up
and
put
on
their
coats
,
sipping
their
coffee
standing
.
The
painter
was
silent
and
preoccupied
.
There
was
a
gloom
over
him
.
He
could
not
bear
this
marriage
,
and
yet
it
seemed
to
him
to
be
better
than
many
other
things
that
might
have
happened
.
After
a
few
minutes
,
they
all
passed
downstairs
.
He
drove
off
by
himself
,
as
had
been
arranged
,
and
watched
the
flashing
lights
of
the
little
brougham
in
front
of
him
.
A
strange
sense
of
loss
came
over
him
.
He
felt
that
Dorian
Gray
would
never
again
be
to
him
all
that
he
had
been
in
the
past
.
Life
had
come
between
them
...
.
His
eyes
darkened
,
and
the
crowded
,
flaring
streets
became
blurred
to
his
eyes
.
When
the
cab
drew
up
at
the
theatre
,
it
seemed
to
him
that
he
had
grown
years
older
.
For
some
reason
or
other
,
the
house
was
crowded
that
night
,
and
the
fat
Jew
manager
who
met
them
at
the
door
was
beaming
from
ear
to
ear
with
an
oily
,
tremulous
smile
.
He
escorted
them
to
their
box
with
a
sort
of
pompous
humility
,
waving
his
fat
jewelled
hands
,
and
talking
at
the
top
of
his
voice
.
Dorian
Gray
loathed
him
more
than
ever
.
He
felt
as
if
he
had
come
to
look
for
Miranda
and
had
been
met
by
Caliban
.
Lord
Henry
,
upon
the
other
hand
,
rather
liked
him
.
At
least
he
declared
he
did
,
and
insisted
on
shaking
him
by
the
hand
,
and
assuring
him
that
he
was
proud
to
meet
a
man
who
had
discovered
a
real
genius
and
gone
bankrupt
over
a
poet
.
Hallward
amused
himself
with
watching
the
faces
in
the
pit
.
The
heat
was
terribly
oppressive
,
and
the
huge
sunlight
flamed
like
a
monstrous
dahlia
with
petals
of
yellow
fire
.
The
youths
in
the
gallery
had
taken
off
their
coats
and
waistcoats
and
hung
them
over
the
side
.
They
talked
to
each
other
across
the
theatre
,
and
shared
their
oranges
with
the
tawdry
girls
who
sat
beside
them
.
Some
women
were
laughing
in
the
pit
.
Their
voices
were
horribly
shrill
and
discordant
.
The
sound
of
the
popping
of
corks
came
from
the
bar
.
"
What
a
place
to
find
one
's
divinity
in
!
"
said
Lord
Henry
.
"
Yes
!
"
answered
Dorian
Gray
.
"
It
was
here
I
found
her
,
and
she
is
divine
beyond
all
living
things
.
When
she
acts
you
will
forget
everything
.
These
common
,
rough
people
,
with
their
coarse
faces
and
brutal
gestures
,
become
quite
different
when
she
is
on
the
stage
.
They
sit
silently
and
watch
her
.
They
weep
and
laugh
as
she
wills
them
to
do
.
She
makes
them
as
responsive
as
a
violin
.
She
spiritualises
them
,
and
one
feels
that
they
are
of
the
same
flesh
and
blood
as
one
's
self
.
"
"
The
same
flesh
and
blood
as
one
's
self
!
Oh
,
I
hope
not
!
"
exclaimed
Lord
Henry
,
who
was
scanning
the
occupants
of
the
gallery
through
his
opera-glass
.
"
Do
n't
pay
any
attention
to
him
,
Dorian
,
"
said
the
painter
.
"
I
understand
what
you
mean
,
and
I
believe
in
this
girl
.
Anyone
you
love
must
be
marvellous
,
and
any
girl
that
has
the
effect
you
describe
must
be
fine
and
noble
.
To
spiritualise
one
's
age
--
that
is
something
worth
doing
.
If
this
girl
can
give
a
soul
to
those
who
have
lived
without
one
,
if
she
can
create
the
sense
of
beauty
in
people
whose
lives
have
been
sordid
and
ugly
,
if
she
can
strip
them
of
their
selfishness
and
lend
them
tears
for
sorrows
that
are
not
their
own
,
she
is
worthy
of
all
your
adoration
,
worthy
of
the
adoration
of
the
world
.
This
marriage
is
quite
right
.
I
did
not
think
so
at
first
,
but
I
admit
it
now
.
The
gods
made
Sibyl
Vane
for
you
.
Without
her
you
would
have
been
incomplete
.
"
"
Thanks
,
Basil
,
"
answered
Dorian
Gray
,
pressing
his
hand
.
"
I
knew
that
you
would
understand
me
.
Harry
is
so
cynical
,
he
terrifies
me
.
But
here
is
the
orchestra
.
It
is
quite
dreadful
,
but
it
only
lasts
for
about
five
minutes
.
Then
the
curtain
rises
,
and
you
will
see
the
girl
to
whom
I
am
going
to
give
all
my
life
,
to
whom
I
have
given
everything
that
is
good
in
me
.
"
