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"
Each
of
us
has
Heaven
and
Hell
in
him
,
Basil
,
"
cried
Dorian
,
with
a
wild
gesture
of
despair
.
Hallward
turned
again
to
the
portrait
,
and
gazed
at
it
.
"
My
God
!
if
it
is
true
,
"
he
exclaimed
,
"
and
this
is
what
you
have
done
with
your
life
,
why
,
you
must
be
worse
even
than
those
who
talk
against
you
fancy
you
to
be
!
"
He
held
the
light
up
again
to
the
canvas
,
and
examined
it
.
The
surface
seemed
to
be
quite
undisturbed
,
and
as
he
had
left
it
.
It
was
from
within
,
apparently
,
that
the
foulness
and
horror
had
come
.
Through
some
strange
quickening
of
inner
life
the
leprosies
of
sin
were
slowly
eating
the
thing
away
.
The
rotting
of
a
corpse
in
a
watery
grave
was
not
so
fearful
.
His
hand
shook
,
and
the
candle
fell
from
its
socket
on
the
floor
,
and
lay
there
sputtering
.
He
placed
his
foot
on
it
and
put
it
out
.
Then
he
flung
himself
into
the
rickety
chair
that
was
standing
by
the
table
and
buried
his
face
in
his
hands
.
"
Good
God
,
Dorian
,
what
a
lesson
!
what
an
awful
lesson
!
"
There
was
no
answer
,
but
he
could
hear
the
young
man
sobbing
at
the
window
.
"
Pray
,
Dorian
,
pray
,
"
he
murmured
.
"
What
is
it
that
one
was
taught
to
say
in
one
's
boyhood
?
'
Lead
us
not
into
temptation
.
Forgive
us
our
sins
.
Wash
away
our
iniquities
.
'
Let
us
say
that
together
.
The
prayer
of
your
pride
has
been
answered
.
The
prayer
of
your
repentance
will
be
answered
also
.
I
worshipped
you
too
much
.
I
am
punished
for
it
.
You
worshipped
yourself
too
much
.
We
are
both
punished
.
"
Dorian
Gray
turned
slowly
around
,
and
looked
at
him
with
tear-dimmed
eyes
.
"
It
is
too
late
,
Basil
,
"
he
faltered
.
"
It
is
never
too
late
,
Dorian
.
Let
us
kneel
down
and
try
if
we
can
not
remember
a
prayer
.
Is
n't
there
a
verse
somewhere
,
'
'
Though
your
sins
be
as
scarlet
;
yet
I
will
make
them
as
white
as
snow
'
?
"
"
Those
words
mean
nothing
to
me
now
.
"
"
Hush
!
do
n't
say
that
.
You
have
done
enough
evil
in
your
life
.
My
God
!
do
n't
you
see
that
accursed
thing
leering
at
us
?
"
Dorian
Gray
glanced
at
the
picture
,
and
suddenly
an
uncontrollable
feeling
of
hatred
for
Basil
Hallward
came
over
him
,
as
though
it
had
been
suggested
to
him
by
the
image
on
the
canvas
,
whispered
into
his
ear
by
those
grinning
lips
.
The
mad
passions
of
a
hunted
animal
stirred
within
him
,
and
he
loathed
the
man
who
was
seated
at
the
table
,
more
than
in
his
whole
life
he
had
ever
loathed
anything
.
He
glanced
wildly
around
.
Something
glimmered
on
the
top
of
the
painted
chest
that
faced
him
.
His
eye
fell
on
it
.
He
knew
what
it
was
.
It
was
a
knife
that
he
had
brought
up
,
some
days
before
,
to
cut
a
piece
of
cord
,
and
had
forgotten
to
take
away
with
him
.
He
moved
slowly
towards
it
,
passing
Hallward
as
he
did
so
.
As
soon
as
he
got
behind
him
,
he
seized
it
,
and
turned
round
.
Hallward
stirred
in
his
chair
as
if
he
was
going
to
rise
.
He
rushed
at
him
,
and
dug
the
knife
into
the
great
vein
that
is
behind
the
ear
,
crushing
the
man
's
head
down
on
the
table
,
and
stabbing
again
and
again
.
