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The
girl
smiled
.
"
Dorian
,
"
she
answered
,
lingering
over
his
name
with
long-drawn
music
in
her
voice
,
as
though
it
were
sweeter
than
honey
to
the
red
petals
of
her
mouth
--
"
Dorian
,
you
should
have
understood
.
But
you
understand
now
,
do
n't
you
?
"
"
Understand
what
?
"
he
asked
,
angrily
.
"
Why
I
was
so
bad
to-night
.
Why
I
shall
always
be
bad
.
Why
I
shall
never
act
well
again
.
"
He
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
You
are
ill
,
I
suppose
.
When
you
are
ill
you
should
n't
act
.
You
make
yourself
ridiculous
.
My
friends
were
bored
.
I
was
bored
.
"
She
seemed
not
to
listen
to
him
.
She
was
transfigured
with
joy
.
An
ecstasy
of
happiness
dominated
her
.
"
Dorian
,
Dorian
,
"
she
cried
,
"
before
I
knew
you
,
acting
was
the
one
reality
of
my
life
.
It
was
only
in
the
theatre
that
I
lived
.
I
thought
that
it
was
all
true
.
I
was
Rosalind
one
night
,
and
Portia
the
other
.
The
joy
of
Beatrice
was
my
joy
,
and
the
sorrows
of
Cordelia
were
mine
also
.
I
believed
in
everything
.
The
common
people
who
acted
with
me
seemed
to
me
to
be
godlike
.
The
painted
scenes
were
my
world
.
I
knew
nothing
but
shadows
,
and
I
thought
them
real
.
You
came
--
oh
,
my
beautiful
love
!
--
and
you
freed
my
soul
from
prison
.
You
taught
me
what
reality
really
is
.
To-night
,
for
the
first
time
in
my
life
,
I
saw
through
the
hollowness
,
the
sham
,
the
silliness
of
the
empty
pageant
in
which
I
had
always
played
.
To-night
,
for
the
first
time
,
I
became
conscious
that
the
Romeo
was
hideous
,
and
old
,
and
painted
,
that
the
moonlight
in
the
orchard
was
false
,
that
the
scenery
was
vulgar
,
and
that
the
words
I
had
to
speak
were
unreal
,
were
not
my
words
,
were
not
what
I
wanted
to
say
.
You
had
brought
me
something
higher
,
something
of
which
all
art
is
but
a
reflection
.
You
had
made
me
understand
what
love
really
is
.
My
love
!
my
love
!
Prince
Charming
!
Prince
of
life
!
I
have
grown
sick
of
shadows
.
You
are
more
to
me
than
all
art
can
ever
be
.
What
have
I
to
do
with
the
puppets
of
a
play
?
When
I
came
on
to-night
,
I
could
not
understand
how
it
was
that
everything
had
gone
from
me
.
I
thought
that
I
was
going
to
be
wonderful
.
I
found
that
I
could
do
nothing
.
Suddenly
it
dawned
on
my
soul
what
it
all
meant
.
The
knowledge
was
exquisite
to
me
.
I
heard
them
hissing
,
and
I
smiled
.
What
could
they
know
of
love
such
as
ours
?
Take
me
away
,
Dorian
--
take
me
away
with
you
,
where
we
can
be
quite
alone
.
I
hate
the
stage
.
I
might
mimic
a
passion
that
I
do
not
feel
,
but
I
can
not
mimic
one
that
burns
me
like
fire
.
Oh
,
Dorian
,
Dorian
,
you
understand
now
what
it
signifies
?
Even
if
I
could
do
it
,
it
would
be
profanation
for
me
to
play
at
being
in
love
.
You
have
made
me
see
that
.
"
He
flung
himself
down
on
the
sofa
,
and
turned
away
his
face
.
"
You
have
killed
my
love
,
"
he
muttered
.
She
looked
at
him
in
wonder
,
and
laughed
.
He
made
no
answer
.
She
came
across
to
him
,
and
with
her
little
fingers
stroked
his
hair
.
She
knelt
down
and
pressed
his
hands
to
her
lips
.
He
drew
them
away
,
and
a
shudder
ran
through
him
.
Then
he
leaped
up
,
and
went
to
the
door
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
cried
,
"
you
have
killed
my
love
.
You
used
to
stir
my
imagination
.
Now
you
do
n't
even
stir
my
curiosity
.
You
simply
produce
no
effect
.
I
loved
you
because
you
were
marvellous
,
because
you
had
genius
and
intellect
,
because
you
realised
the
dreams
of
great
poets
and
gave
shape
and
substance
to
the
shadows
of
art
.
You
have
thrown
it
all
away
.
You
are
shallow
and
stupid
.
My
God
!
how
mad
I
was
to
love
you
!
What
a
fool
I
have
been
!
You
are
nothing
to
me
now
.
I
will
never
see
you
again
.
I
will
never
think
of
you
.
I
will
never
mention
your
name
.
You
do
n't
know
what
you
were
to
me
,
once
.
Why
,
once
...
.
Oh
,
I
ca
n't
bear
to
think
of
it
!
I
wish
I
had
never
laid
eyes
upon
you
!
You
have
spoiled
the
romance
of
my
life
.
How
little
you
can
know
of
love
,
if
you
say
it
mars
your
art
!
Without
your
art
you
are
nothing
.
I
would
have
made
you
famous
,
splendid
,
magnificent
.
The
world
would
have
worshipped
you
,
and
you
would
have
borne
my
name
.
What
are
you
now
?
A
third-rate
actress
with
a
pretty
face
.
"
