Портрет Доріана Грея

Chapter 1

           "Well,then,youandIwillgoalone,Mr.Gray." 

           "Ishouldlikethatawfully." 

           Thepainterbithislipandwalkedover,cupinhand,tothepicture. "IshallstaywiththerealDorian,"hesaid,sadly. 

           "IsittherealDorian?"criedtheoriginaloftheportrait,strollingacrosstohim. "AmIreallylikethat?" "Yes;youarejustlikethat." 

           "Howwonderful,Basil!" 

           "Atleastyouarelikeitinappearance. Butitwillneveralter,"sighedHallward."Thatissomething." "Whatafusspeoplemakeaboutfidelity!"exclaimedLordHenry."Why,eveninloveitispurelyaquestionforphysiology. Ithasnothingtodowithourownwill. Youngmenwanttobefaithful,andarenot;oldmenwanttobefaithless,andcannot:thatisallonecansay." 

           "Don’tgotothetheatreto-night,Dorian,"saidHallward."Stopanddinewithme." 

           "Ican’t,Basil." 

           "Why?" 

           "BecauseIhavepromisedLordHenryWottontogowithhim." 

           "Hewon’tlikeyouthebetterforkeepingyourpromises. Healwaysbreakshisown.Ibegyounottogo." 

           DorianGraylaughedandshookhishead. 

           "Ientreatyou." 

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