Портрет Доріана Грея
Chapter 12
"GoodGod,Dorian,whatalesson! whatanawfullesson! "Therewasnoanswer,buthecouldheartheyoungmansobbingatthewindow. "Pray,Dorian,pray,"hemurmured. "Whatisitthatonewastaughttosayinone’sboyhood? ‘Leadusnotintotemptation. Forgiveusoursins. Washawayouriniquities. ’Letussaythattogether. Theprayerofyourpridehasbeenanswered. Theprayerofyourrepentancewillbeansweredalso. Iworshippedyoutoomuch. Iampunishedforit. Youworshippedyourselftoomuch. Wearebothpunished."
DorianGrayturnedslowlyaround,andlookedathimwithtear-dimmedeyes. "Itistoolate,Basil,"hefaltered.
"Itisnevertoolate,Dorian. Letuskneeldownandtryifwecannotrememberaprayer. Isn’tthereaversesomewhere,‘Thoughyoursinsbeasscarlet; yetIwillmakethemaswhiteassnow’?"
"Thosewordsmeannothingtomenow."
"Hush!don’tsaythat. Youhavedoneenoughevilinyourlife. MyGod!don’tyouseethataccursedthingleeringatus?"
DorianGrayglancedatthepicture,andsuddenlyanuncontrollablefeelingofhatredforBasilHallwardcameoverhim, asthoughithadbeensuggestedtohimbytheimageonthecanvas,whisperedintohisearbythosegrinninglips. Themadpassionsofahuntedanimalstirredwithinhim,andheloathedthemanwhowasseatedatthetable,morethaninhiswholelifehehadeverloathedanything. Heglancedwildlyaround. Somethingglimmeredonthetopofthepaintedchestthatfacedhim. Hiseyefellonit.