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James
Vane
hesitated
for
a
moment
,
not
understanding
what
was
meant
.
Then
he
seized
Dorian
Gray
and
dragged
him
from
the
archway
.
Dim
and
wavering
as
was
the
wind-blown
light
,
yet
it
served
to
show
him
the
hideous
error
,
as
it
seemed
,
into
which
he
had
fallen
,
for
the
face
of
the
man
he
had
sought
to
kill
had
all
the
bloom
of
boyhood
,
all
the
unstained
purity
of
youth
.
He
seemed
little
more
than
a
lad
of
twenty
summers
,
hardly
older
,
if
older
indeed
at
all
,
than
his
sister
had
been
when
they
had
parted
so
many
years
ago
.
It
was
obvious
that
this
was
not
the
man
who
had
destroyed
her
life
.
He
loosened
his
hold
and
reeled
back
.
"
My
God
!
my
God
!
"
he
cried
,
"
and
I
would
have
murdered
you
!
"
Dorian
Gray
drew
a
long
breath
.
"
You
have
been
on
the
brink
of
committing
a
terrible
crime
,
my
man
,
"
he
said
,
looking
at
him
sternly
.
"
Let
this
be
a
warning
to
you
not
to
take
vengeance
into
your
own
hands
.
"
"
Forgive
me
,
sir
,
"
muttered
James
Vane
.
"
I
was
deceived
.
A
chance
word
I
heard
in
that
damned
den
set
me
on
the
wrong
track
.
"
"
You
had
better
go
home
,
and
put
that
pistol
away
,
or
you
may
get
into
trouble
,
"
said
Dorian
,
turning
on
his
heel
,
and
going
slowly
down
the
street
.
James
Vane
stood
on
the
pavement
in
horror
.
He
was
trembling
from
head
to
foot
.
After
a
little
while
a
black
shadow
that
had
been
creeping
along
the
dripping
wall
,
moved
out
into
the
light
and
came
close
to
him
with
stealthy
footsteps
.
He
felt
a
hand
laid
on
his
arm
and
looked
round
with
a
start
.
It
was
one
of
the
women
who
had
been
drinking
at
the
bar
.
"
Why
did
n't
you
kill
him
?
"
she
hissed
out
,
putting
her
haggard
face
quite
close
to
his
.
"
I
knew
you
were
following
him
when
you
rushed
out
from
Daly
's
.
You
fool
!
You
should
have
killed
him
.
He
has
lots
of
money
,
and
he
's
as
bad
as
bad
.
"
"
He
is
not
the
man
I
am
looking
for
,
"
he
answered
,
"
and
I
want
no
man
's
money
.
I
want
a
man
's
life
.
The
man
whose
life
I
want
must
be
nearly
forty
now
.
This
one
is
little
more
than
a
boy
.
Thank
God
,
I
have
not
got
his
blood
upon
my
hands
.
"
The
woman
gave
a
bitter
laugh
.
"
Little
more
than
a
boy
!
"
she
sneered
.
"
Why
,
man
,
it
's
nigh
on
eighteen
years
since
Prince
Charming
made
me
what
I
am
.
"
