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A
twisted
flash
of
pain
shot
across
the
painter
's
face
.
He
paused
for
a
moment
,
and
a
wild
feeling
of
pity
came
over
him
.
After
all
,
what
right
had
he
to
pry
into
the
life
of
Dorian
Gray
?
If
he
had
done
a
tithe
of
what
was
rumoured
about
him
,
how
much
he
must
have
suffered
!
Then
he
straightened
himself
up
,
and
walked
over
to
the
fireplace
,
and
stood
there
,
looking
at
the
burning
logs
with
their
frost-like
ashes
and
their
throbbing
cores
of
flame
.
"
I
am
waiting
,
Basil
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
in
a
hard
,
clear
voice
.
He
turned
round
.
"
What
I
have
to
say
is
this
,
"
he
cried
.
"
You
must
give
me
some
answer
to
these
horrible
charges
that
are
made
against
you
.
If
you
tell
me
that
they
are
absolutely
untrue
from
beginning
to
end
,
I
shall
believe
you
.
Deny
them
,
Dorian
,
deny
them
!
Ca
n't
you
see
what
I
am
going
through
?
My
God
!
do
n't
tell
me
that
you
are
bad
,
and
corrupt
,
and
shameful
.
"
Dorian
Gray
smiled
.
There
was
a
curl
of
contempt
in
his
lips
.
"
Come
upstairs
,
Basil
,
"
he
said
,
quietly
.
"
I
keep
a
diary
of
my
life
from
day
to
day
,
and
it
never
leaves
the
room
in
which
it
is
written
.
I
shall
show
it
to
you
if
you
come
with
me
.
"
"
I
shall
come
with
you
,
Dorian
,
if
you
wish
it
.
I
see
I
have
missed
my
train
.
That
makes
no
matter
.
I
can
go
to-morrow
.
But
do
n't
ask
me
to
read
anything
to-night
.
All
I
want
is
a
plain
answer
to
my
question
.
"
"
That
shall
be
given
to
you
upstairs
.
I
could
not
give
it
here
.
You
will
not
have
to
read
long
.
"
He
passed
out
of
the
room
,
and
began
the
ascent
,
Basil
Hallward
following
close
behind
.
They
walked
softly
,
as
men
do
instinctively
at
night
.
The
lamp
cast
fantastic
shadows
on
the
wall
and
staircase
.
A
rising
wind
made
some
of
the
windows
rattle
.
When
they
reached
the
top
landing
,
Dorian
set
the
lamp
down
on
the
floor
,
and
taking
out
the
key
turned
it
in
the
lock
.
"
You
insist
on
knowing
,
Basil
?
"
he
asked
,
in
a
low
voice
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
I
am
delighted
,
"
he
answered
,
smiling
.
Then
he
added
,
somewhat
harshly
,
"
You
are
the
one
man
in
the
world
who
is
entitled
to
know
everything
about
me
.
You
have
had
more
to
do
with
my
life
than
you
think
:
"
and
,
taking
up
the
lamp
,
he
opened
the
door
and
went
in
.
A
cold
current
of
air
passed
them
,
and
the
light
shot
up
for
a
moment
in
a
flame
of
murky
orange
.
He
shuddered
.
"
Shut
the
door
behind
you
,
"
he
whispered
,
as
he
placed
the
lamp
on
the
table
.
