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"
Yes
.
"
"
I
entreat
you
,
Alan
.
"
"
It
is
useless
.
"
The
same
look
of
pity
came
into
Dorian
Gray
's
eyes
.
Then
he
stretched
out
his
hand
,
took
a
piece
of
paper
,
and
wrote
something
on
it
.
He
read
it
over
twice
,
folded
it
carefully
,
and
pushed
it
across
the
table
.
Having
done
this
,
he
got
up
,
and
went
over
to
the
window
.
Campbell
looked
at
him
in
surprise
,
and
then
took
up
the
paper
,
and
opened
it
.
As
he
read
it
,
his
face
became
ghastly
pale
,
and
he
fell
back
in
his
chair
.
A
horrible
sense
of
sickness
came
over
him
.
He
felt
as
if
his
heart
was
beating
itself
to
death
in
some
empty
hollow
.
After
two
or
three
minutes
of
terrible
silence
,
Dorian
turned
round
,
and
came
and
stood
behind
him
,
putting
his
hand
upon
his
shoulder
.
"
I
am
so
sorry
for
you
,
Alan
,
"
he
murmured
,
"
but
you
leave
me
no
alternative
.
I
have
a
letter
written
already
.
Here
it
is
.
You
see
the
address
.
If
you
do
n't
help
me
,
I
must
send
it
.
If
you
do
n't
help
me
,
I
will
send
it
.
You
know
what
the
result
will
be
.
But
you
are
going
to
help
me
.
It
is
impossible
for
you
to
refuse
now
.
I
tried
to
spare
you
.
You
will
do
me
the
justice
to
admit
that
.
You
were
stern
,
harsh
,
offensive
.
You
treated
me
as
no
man
has
ever
dared
to
treat
me
--
no
living
man
,
at
any
rate
.
I
bore
it
all
.
Now
it
is
for
me
to
dictate
terms
.
"
Campbell
buried
his
face
in
his
hands
,
and
a
shudder
passed
through
him
.
"
Yes
,
it
is
my
turn
to
dictate
terms
,
Alan
.
You
know
what
they
are
.
The
thing
is
quite
simple
.
Come
,
do
n't
work
yourself
into
this
fever
.
The
thing
has
to
be
done
.
Face
it
,
and
do
it
.
"
A
groan
broke
from
Campbell
's
lips
,
and
he
shivered
all
over
.
The
ticking
of
the
clock
on
the
mantelpiece
seemed
to
him
to
be
dividing
Time
into
separate
atoms
of
agony
,
each
of
which
was
too
terrible
to
be
borne
.
He
felt
as
if
an
iron
ring
was
being
slowly
tightened
round
his
forehead
,
as
if
the
disgrace
with
which
he
was
threatened
had
already
come
upon
him
.
The
hand
upon
his
shoulder
weighed
like
a
hand
of
lead
.
It
was
intolerable
.
It
seemed
to
crush
him
.
