Портрет Дориана Грея

           "PrinceCharming,"sheanswered,lookingafterthevictoria. 

           Hejumpedup,andseizedherroughlybythearm. "Showhimtome.Whichishe?Pointhimout.Imustseehim!"heexclaimed; butatthatmomenttheDukeofBerwick’sfour-in-handcamebetween,andwhenithadleftthespaceclear,thecarriagehadsweptoutofthePark. 

           "Heisgone,"murmuredSibyl,sadly."Iwishyouhadseenhim." 

           "IwishIhad,forassureasthereisaGodinheaven,ifheeverdoesyouanywrongIshallkillhim." 

           Shelookedathiminhorror.Herepeatedhiswords.Theycuttheairlikeadagger. Thepeopleroundbegantogape.Aladystandingclosetohertittered. 

           "Comeaway,Jim;comeaway,"shewhispered. Hefollowedherdoggedly,asshepassedthroughthecrowd. Hefeltgladatwhathehadsaid. 

           WhentheyreachedtheAchillesStatuesheturnedround. Therewaspityinhereyesthatbecamelaughteronherlips. Sheshookherheadathim."Youarefoolish,Jim,utterlyfoolish;abad-temperedboy,thatisall.Howcanyousaysuchhorriblethings? Youdon’tknowwhatyouaretalkingabout.Youaresimplyjealousandunkind. Ah!Iwishyouwouldfallinlove.Lovemakespeoplegood,andwhatyousaidwaswicked." 

           "Iamsixteen,"heanswered,"andIknowwhatIamabout.Motherisnohelptoyou. Shedoesn’tunderstandhowtolookafteryou. IwishnowthatIwasnotgoingtoAustraliaatall.Ihaveagreatmindtochuckthewholethingup.Iwould,ifmyarticleshadn’tbeensigned."