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"
You
call
yesterday
the
past
?
"
"
What
has
the
actual
lapse
of
time
got
to
do
with
it
?
It
is
only
shallow
people
who
require
years
to
get
rid
of
an
emotion
.
A
man
who
is
master
of
himself
can
end
a
sorrow
as
easily
as
he
can
invent
a
pleasure
.
I
do
n't
want
to
be
at
the
mercy
of
my
emotions
.
I
want
to
use
them
,
to
enjoy
them
,
and
to
dominate
them
.
"
"
Dorian
,
this
is
horrible
!
Something
has
changed
you
completely
.
You
look
exactly
the
same
wonderful
boy
who
,
day
after
day
,
used
to
come
down
to
my
studio
to
sit
for
his
picture
.
But
you
were
simple
,
natural
,
and
affectionate
then
.
You
were
the
most
unspoiled
creature
in
the
whole
world
.
Now
,
I
do
n't
know
what
has
come
over
you
.
You
talk
as
if
you
had
no
heart
,
no
pity
in
you
.
It
is
all
Harry
's
influence
.
I
see
that
.
"
The
lad
flushed
up
,
and
,
going
to
the
window
,
looked
out
for
a
few
moments
on
the
green
,
flickering
,
sun-lashed
garden
.
"
I
owe
a
great
deal
to
Harry
,
Basil
,
"
he
said
,
at
last
--
"
more
than
I
owe
to
you
.
You
only
taught
me
to
be
vain
.
"
"
Well
,
I
am
punished
for
that
,
Dorian
--
or
shall
be
some
day
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
what
you
mean
,
Basil
,
"
he
exclaimed
,
turning
round
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
you
want
.
What
do
you
want
?
"
"
I
want
the
Dorian
Gray
I
used
to
paint
,
"
said
the
artist
,
sadly
.
"
Basil
,
"
said
the
lad
,
going
over
to
him
,
and
putting
his
hand
on
his
shoulder
,
"
you
have
come
too
late
.
Yesterday
when
I
heard
that
Sibyl
Vane
had
killed
herself
--
--
"
"
Killed
herself
!
Good
heavens
!
is
there
no
doubt
about
that
?
"
cried
Hallward
,
looking
up
at
him
with
an
expression
of
horror
.
"
My
dear
Basil
!
Surely
you
do
n't
think
it
was
a
vulgar
accident
?
Of
course
she
killed
herself
.
"
