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"
Harry
,
Harry
,
it
is
terrible
!
"
cried
the
lad
.
"
Yes
;
it
is
very
tragic
,
of
course
,
but
you
must
not
get
yourself
mixed
up
in
it
.
I
see
by
The
Standard
that
she
was
seventeen
.
I
should
have
thought
she
was
almost
younger
than
that
.
She
looked
such
a
child
,
and
seemed
to
know
so
little
about
acting
.
Dorian
,
you
must
n't
let
this
thing
get
on
your
nerves
.
You
must
come
and
dine
with
me
,
and
afterwards
we
will
look
in
at
the
Opera
.
It
is
a
Patti
night
,
and
everybody
will
be
there
.
You
can
come
to
my
sister
's
box
.
She
has
got
some
smart
women
with
her
.
"
"
So
I
have
murdered
Sibyl
Vane
,
"
said
Dorian
Gray
,
half
to
himself
--
"
murdered
her
as
surely
as
if
I
had
cut
her
little
throat
with
a
knife
.
Yet
the
roses
are
not
less
lovely
for
all
that
.
The
birds
sing
just
as
happily
in
my
garden
.
And
to-night
I
am
to
dine
with
you
,
and
then
go
on
to
the
Opera
,
and
sup
somewhere
,
I
suppose
,
afterwards
.
How
extraordinarily
dramatic
life
is
!
If
I
had
read
all
this
in
a
book
,
Harry
,
I
think
I
would
have
wept
over
it
.
Somehow
,
now
that
it
has
happened
actually
,
and
to
me
,
it
seems
far
too
wonderful
for
tears
.
Here
is
the
first
passionate
love-letter
I
have
ever
written
in
my
life
.
Strange
,
that
my
first
passionate
love-letter
should
have
been
addressed
to
a
dead
girl
.
Can
they
feel
,
I
wonder
,
those
white
silent
people
we
call
the
dead
?
Sibyl
!
Can
she
feel
,
or
know
,
or
listen
?
Oh
,
Harry
,
how
I
loved
her
once
!
It
seems
years
ago
to
me
now
.
She
was
everything
to
me
.
Then
came
that
dreadful
night
--
was
it
really
only
last
night
?
--
when
she
played
so
badly
,
and
my
heart
almost
broke
.
She
explained
it
all
to
me
.
It
was
terribly
pathetic
.
But
I
was
not
moved
a
bit
.
I
thought
her
shallow
.
Suddenly
something
happened
that
made
me
afraid
.
I
ca
n't
tell
you
what
it
was
,
but
it
was
terrible
.
I
said
I
would
go
back
to
her
.
I
felt
I
had
done
wrong
.
And
now
she
is
dead
.
My
God
!
my
God
!
Harry
,
what
shall
I
do
?
You
do
n't
know
the
danger
I
am
in
,
and
there
is
nothing
to
keep
me
straight
.
She
would
have
done
that
for
me
.
She
had
no
right
to
kill
herself
.
It
was
selfish
of
her
.
"
"
My
dear
Dorian
,
"
answered
Lord
Henry
,
taking
a
cigarette
from
his
case
,
and
producing
a
gold-latten
matchbox
,
"
the
only
way
a
woman
can
ever
reform
a
man
is
by
boring
him
so
completely
that
he
loses
all
possible
interest
in
life
.
If
you
had
married
this
girl
you
would
have
been
wretched
.
Of
course
you
would
have
treated
her
kindly
.
One
can
always
be
kind
to
people
about
whom
one
cares
nothing
.
But
she
would
have
soon
found
out
that
you
were
absolutely
indifferent
to
her
.
And
when
a
woman
finds
that
out
about
her
husband
,
she
either
becomes
dreadfully
dowdy
,
or
wears
very
smart
bonnets
that
some
other
woman
's
husband
has
to
pay
for
.
I
say
nothing
about
the
social
mistake
,
which
would
have
been
abject
,
which
,
of
course
,
I
would
not
have
allowed
,
but
I
assure
you
that
in
any
case
the
whole
thing
would
have
been
an
absolute
failure
.
"
"
I
suppose
it
would
,
"
muttered
the
lad
,
walking
up
and
down
the
room
,
and
looking
horribly
pale
.
"
But
I
thought
it
was
my
duty
.
It
is
not
my
fault
that
this
terrible
tragedy
has
prevented
my
doing
what
was
right
.
I
remember
your
saying
once
that
there
is
a
fatality
about
good
resolutions
--
that
they
are
always
made
too
late
.
Mine
certainly
were
.
"
"
Good
resolutions
are
useless
attempts
to
interfere
with
scientific
laws
.
Their
origin
is
pure
vanity
.
Their
result
is
absolutely
nil
.
They
give
us
,
now
and
then
,
some
of
those
luxurious
sterile
emotions
that
have
a
certain
charm
for
the
weak
.
That
is
all
that
can
be
said
for
them
.
They
are
simply
cheques
that
men
draw
on
a
bank
where
they
have
no
account
.
"
"
Harry
,
"
cried
Dorian
Gray
,
coming
over
and
sitting
down
beside
him
,
"
why
is
it
that
I
can
not
feel
this
tragedy
as
much
as
I
want
to
?
I
do
n't
think
I
am
heartless
.
Do
you
?
"
"
You
have
done
too
many
foolish
things
during
the
last
fortnight
to
be
entitled
to
give
yourself
that
name
,
Dorian
,
"
answered
Lord
Henry
,
with
his
sweet
,
melancholy
smile
.
