Портрет Дориана Грея

Chapter 19

           Hewentinquietly,lockingthedoorbehindhim,aswashiscustom,anddraggedthepurplehangingfromtheportrait. Acryofpainandindignationbrokefromhim. Hecouldseenochange,savethatintheeyestherewasalookofcunning,andinthemouththecurvedwrinkleofthehypocrite. Thethingwasstillloathsomemoreloathsome,ifpossible,thanbeforeandthescarletdewthatspottedthehandseemedbrighter,andmorelikebloodnewlyspilt. Thenhetrembled. Haditbeenmerelyvanitythathadmadehimdohisonegooddeed? Orthedesireforanewsensation,asLordHenryhadhinted,withhismockinglaugh? Orthatpassiontoactapartthatsometimesmakesusdothingsfinerthanweareourselves? Or,perhaps,allthese? Andwhywastheredstainlargerthanithadbeen? Itseemedtohavecreptlikeahorriblediseaseoverthewrinkledfingers. Therewasbloodonthepaintedfeet,asthoughthethinghaddrippedbloodevenonthehandthathadnotheldtheknife. Confess? Diditmeanthathewastoconfess? Togivehimselfup,andbeputtodeath? Helaughed. Hefeltthattheideawasmonstrous. Besides,evenifhedidconfess,whowouldbelievehim? Therewasnotraceofthemurderedmananywhere. Everythingbelongingtohimhadbeendestroyed. Hehimselfhadburnedwhathadbeenbelow-stairs. Theworldwouldsimplysaythathewasmad. Theywouldshuthimupifhepersistedinhisstory.... Yetitwashisdutytoconfess,tosufferpublicshame,andtomakepublicatonement. TherewasaGodwhocalleduponmentotelltheirsinstoearthaswellastoheaven. Nothingthathecoulddowouldcleansehimtillhehadtoldhisownsin. Hissin? Heshruggedhisshoulders. ThedeathofBasilHallwardseemedverylittletohim. HewasthinkingofHettyMerton. Foritwasanunjustmirror,thismirrorofhissoulthathewaslookingat. Vanity? Curiosity? Hypocrisy? 

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