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A
quarter
of
an
hour
afterwards
,
amidst
an
extraordinary
turmoil
of
applause
,
Sibyl
Vane
stepped
on
to
the
stage
.
Yes
,
she
was
certainly
lovely
to
look
at
--
one
of
the
loveliest
creatures
,
Lord
Henry
thought
,
that
he
had
ever
seen
.
There
was
something
of
the
fawn
in
her
shy
grace
and
startled
eyes
.
A
faint
blush
,
like
the
shadow
of
a
rose
in
a
mirror
of
silver
,
came
to
her
cheeks
as
she
glanced
at
the
crowded
,
enthusiastic
house
.
She
stepped
back
a
few
paces
,
and
her
lips
seemed
to
tremble
.
Basil
Hallward
leaped
to
his
feet
and
began
to
applaud
.
Motionless
,
and
as
one
in
a
dream
,
sat
Dorian
Gray
,
gazing
at
her
.
Lord
Henry
peered
through
his
glasses
,
murmuring
,
"
Charming
!
charming
!
"
The
scene
was
the
hall
of
Capulet
's
house
,
and
Romeo
in
his
pilgrim
's
dress
had
entered
with
Mercutio
and
his
other
friends
.
The
band
,
such
as
it
was
,
struck
up
a
few
bars
of
music
,
and
the
dance
began
.
Through
the
crowd
of
ungainly
,
shabbily-dressed
actors
,
Sibyl
Vane
moved
like
a
creature
from
a
finer
world
.
Her
body
swayed
,
while
she
danced
,
as
a
plant
sways
in
the
water
.
The
curves
of
her
throat
were
the
curves
of
a
white
lily
.
Her
hands
seemed
to
be
made
of
cool
ivory
.
Yet
she
was
curiously
listless
.
She
showed
no
sign
of
joy
when
her
eyes
rested
on
Romeo
.
The
few
words
she
had
to
speak
--
Good
pilgrim
,
you
do
wrong
your
hand
too
much
,
Which
mannerly
devotion
shows
in
this
;
For
saints
have
hands
that
pilgrims
'
hands
do
touch
,
And
palm
to
palm
is
holy
palmers
'
kiss
--
with
the
brief
dialogue
that
follows
,
were
spoken
in
a
thoroughly
artificial
manner
.
The
voice
was
exquisite
,
but
from
the
point
of
view
of
tone
it
was
absolutely
false
.
It
was
wrong
in
colour
.
It
took
away
all
the
life
from
the
verse
.
It
made
the
passion
unreal
.
Dorian
Gray
grew
pale
as
he
watched
her
.
He
was
puzzled
and
anxious
.
Neither
of
his
friends
dared
to
say
anything
to
him
.
