Портрет Доріана Грея

           Sherosefromherknees,and,withapiteousexpressionofpaininherface,cameacrosstheroomtohim. Sheputherhanduponhisarm,andlookedintohiseyes.Hethrustherback. "Don’ttouchme!"hecried. 

           Alowmoanbrokefromher,andsheflungherselfathisfeet,andlaytherelikeatrampledflower. "Dorian,Dorian,don’tleaveme!"shewhispered."IamsosorryIdidn’tactwell.Iwasthinkingofyouallthetime. ButIwilltry—indeed,Iwilltry.Itcamesosuddenlyacrossme,myloveforyou. IthinkIshouldneverhaveknownitifyouhadnotkissedme—ifwehadnotkissedeachother. Kissmeagain,mylove.Don’tgoawayfromme.Icouldn’tbearit.Oh!don’tgoawayfromme.Mybrother....No;nevermind. Hedidn’tmeanit.Hewasinjest....Butyou,oh!can’tyouforgivemeforto-night? Iwillworksohard,andtrytoimprove.Don’tbecrueltomebecauseIloveyoubetterthananythingintheworld. Afterall,itisonlyoncethatIhavenotpleasedyou.Butyouarequiteright,Dorian. Ishouldhaveshownmyselfmoreofanartist.Itwasfoolishofme;andyetIcouldn’thelpit. Oh,don’tleaveme,don’tleaveme." Afitofpassionatesobbingchokedher. Shecrouchedonthefloorlikeawoundedthing, andDorianGray,withhisbeautifuleyes,lookeddownather,andhischiselledlipscurledinexquisitedisdain. Thereisalwayssomethingridiculousabouttheemotionsofpeoplewhomonehasceasedtolove. SibylVaneseemedtohimtobeabsurdlymelodramatic.Hertearsandsobsannoyedhim. 

           "Iamgoing,"hesaidatlast,inhiscalm,clearvoice. "Idon’twishtobeunkind,butIcan’tseeyouagain.Youhavedisappointedme." 

           Sheweptsilently,andmadenoanswer,butcreptnearer. Herlittlehandsstretchedblindlyout,andappearedtobeseekingforhim. Heturnedonhisheel,andlefttheroom. Inafewmomentshewasoutofthetheatre.