Портрет Доріана Грея

           "Iwantyoutobewareofhim." 

           "Toseehimistoworshiphim,toknowhimistotrusthim." 

           "Sibyl,youaremadabouthim." 

           Shelaughed,andtookhisarm. "YoudearoldJim,youtalkasifyouwereahundred. Somedayyouwillbeinloveyourself.Thenyouwillknowwhatitis.Don’tlooksosulky. Surelyyoushouldbegladtothinkthat,thoughyouaregoingaway,youleavemehappierthanIhaveeverbeenbefore. Lifehasbeenhardforusboth,terriblyhardanddifficult.Butitwillbedifferentnow. Youaregoingtoanewworld,andIhavefoundone. Herearetwochairs;letussitdownandseethesmartpeoplegoby." 

           Theytooktheirseatsamidstacrowdofwatchers. Thetulip-bedsacrosstheroadflamedlikethrobbingringsoffire. Awhitedust,tremulouscloudoforris-rootitseemed,hunginthepantingair. Thebrightly-colouredparasolsdancedanddippedlikemonstrousbutterflies. 

           Shemadeherbrothertalkofhimself,hishopes,hisprospects. Hespokeslowlyandwitheffort. Theypassedwordstoeachotherasplayersatagamepasscounters. Sibylfeltoppressed.Shecouldnotcommunicateherjoy. Afaintsmilecurvingthatsullenmouthwasalltheechoshecouldwin. Aftersometimeshebecamesilent.Suddenlyshecaughtaglimpseofgoldenhairandlaughinglips,andinanopencarriagewithtwoladiesDorianGraydrovepast. 

           Shestartedtoherfeet. "Thereheis!"shecried. 

           "Who?"saidJimVane.