Портрет Дориана Грея

           "Menhaveeducatedus." 

           "Butnotexplainedyou." 

           "Describeusasasex,"washerchallenge. 

           "Sphynxeswithoutsecrets." 

           Shelookedathim,smiling. "HowlongMr.Grayis!"shesaid. "Letusgoandhelphim. Ihavenotyettoldhimthecolourofmyfrock." 

           "Ah!youmustsuityourfrocktohisflowers,Gladys." 

           "Thatwouldbeaprematuresurrender." 

           "RomanticArtbeginswithitsclimax." 

           "Imustkeepanopportunityforretreat." 

           "IntheParthianmanner?" 

           "Theyfoundsafetyinthedesert. Icouldnotdothat." 

           "Womenarenotalwaysallowedachoice,"heanswered, buthardlyhadhefinishedthesentencebeforefromthefarendoftheconservatorycameastifledgroan,followedbythedullsoundofaheavyfall. Everybodystartedup. TheDuchessstoodmotionlessinhorror. AndwithfearinhiseyesLordHenryrushedthroughtheflappingpalmstofindDorianGraylyingfacedownwardsonthetiledfloorinadeath-likeswoon. 

           Hewascarriedatonceintothebluedrawing-room,andlaidupononeofthesofas. Afterashorttimehecametohimself,andlookedroundwithadazedexpression.