Портрет Доріана Грея

           Hewasshiveringwithakindofague. Fornearlytwentyminutes,neitherofthemenspoke. Aflybuzzednoisilyabouttheroom,andthetickingoftheclockwaslikethebeatofahammer. 

           Asthechimestruckone,Campbellturnedround,and,lookingatDorianGray,sawthathiseyeswerefilledwithtears. Therewassomethinginthepurityandrefinementofthatsadfacethatseemedtoenragehim. "Youareinfamous,absolutelyinfamous! "hemuttered. 

           "Hush,Alan:youhavesavedmylife,"saidDorian. 

           "Yourlife? Goodheavens!whatalifethatis! Youhavegonefromcorruptiontocorruption,andnowyouhaveculminatedincrime. IndoingwhatIamgoingtodo,whatyouforcemetodo,itisnotofyourlifethatIamthinking." 

           "Ah,Alan,"murmuredDorian,withasigh,"IwishyouhadathousandthpartofthepityformethatIhaveforyou. "Heturnedawayashespoke,andstoodlookingoutatthegarden. Campbellmadenoanswer. 

           Afterabouttenminutesaknockcametothedoor,andtheservantentered,carryingalargemahoganychestofchemicals,withalongcoilofsteelandplatinumwireandtworathercuriously-shapedironclamps. 

           "ShallIleavethethingshere,sir? "heaskedCampbell. 

           "Yes,"saidDorian. "AndIamafraid,Francis,thatIhaveanothererrandforyou. WhatisthenameofthemanatRichmondwhosuppliesSelbywithorchids?" 

           "Harden,sir."