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"
Do
n't
speak
!
"
"
But
what
is
the
matter
?
Of
course
I
wo
n't
look
at
it
if
you
do
n't
want
me
to
,
"
he
said
,
rather
coldly
,
turning
on
his
heel
,
and
going
over
towards
the
window
.
"
But
,
really
,
it
seems
rather
absurd
that
I
should
n't
see
my
own
work
,
especially
as
I
am
going
to
exhibit
it
in
Paris
in
the
autumn
.
I
shall
probably
have
to
give
it
another
coat
of
varnish
before
that
,
so
I
must
see
it
some
day
,
and
why
not
to-day
?
"
"
To
exhibit
it
?
You
want
to
exhibit
it
?
"
exclaimed
Dorian
Gray
,
a
strange
sense
of
terror
creeping
over
him
.
Was
the
world
going
to
be
shown
his
secret
?
Were
people
to
gape
at
the
mystery
of
his
life
?
That
was
impossible
.
Something
--
he
did
not
know
what
--
had
to
be
done
at
once
.
"
Yes
;
I
do
n't
suppose
you
will
object
to
that
.
George
Petit
is
going
to
collect
all
my
best
pictures
for
a
special
exhibition
in
the
Rue
de
Sèze
,
which
will
open
the
first
week
in
October
.
The
portrait
will
only
be
away
a
month
.
I
should
think
you
could
easily
spare
it
for
that
time
.
In
fact
,
you
are
sure
to
be
out
of
town
.
And
if
you
keep
it
always
behind
a
screen
,
you
ca
n't
care
much
about
it
.
"
Dorian
Gray
passed
his
hand
over
his
forehead
.
There
were
beads
of
perspiration
there
.
He
felt
that
he
was
on
the
brink
of
a
horrible
danger
.
"
You
told
me
a
month
ago
that
you
would
never
exhibit
it
,
"
he
cried
.
"
Why
have
you
changed
your
mind
?
You
people
who
go
in
for
being
consistent
have
just
as
many
moods
as
others
have
.
The
only
difference
is
that
your
moods
are
rather
meaningless
.
You
ca
n't
have
forgotten
that
you
assured
me
most
solemnly
that
nothing
in
the
world
would
induce
you
to
send
it
to
any
exhibition
.
You
told
Harry
exactly
the
same
thing
.
"
He
stopped
suddenly
,
and
a
gleam
of
light
came
into
his
eyes
.
He
remembered
that
Lord
Henry
had
said
to
him
once
,
half
seriously
and
half
in
jest
,
"
If
you
want
to
have
a
strange
quarter
of
an
hour
,
get
Basil
to
tell
you
why
he
wo
n't
exhibit
your
picture
.
He
told
me
why
he
would
n't
,
and
it
was
a
revelation
to
me
.
"
Yes
,
perhaps
Basil
,
too
,
had
his
secret
.
He
would
ask
him
and
try
.
"
Basil
,
"
he
said
,
coming
over
quite
close
,
and
looking
him
straight
in
the
face
,
"
we
have
each
of
us
a
secret
.
Let
me
know
yours
and
I
shall
tell
you
mine
.
What
was
your
reason
for
refusing
to
exhibit
my
picture
?
"
The
painter
shuddered
in
spite
of
himself
.
"
Dorian
,
if
I
told
you
,
you
might
like
me
less
than
you
do
,
and
you
would
certainly
laugh
at
me
.
I
could
not
bear
your
doing
either
of
those
two
things
.
If
you
wish
me
never
to
look
at
your
picture
again
,
I
am
content
.
I
have
always
you
to
look
at
.
If
you
wish
the
best
work
I
have
ever
done
to
be
hidden
from
the
world
,
I
am
satisfied
.
Your
friendship
is
dearer
to
me
than
any
fame
or
reputation
.
"
"
No
,
Basil
,
you
must
tell
me
,
"
insisted
Dorian
Gray
.
"
I
think
I
have
a
right
to
know
.
"
His
feeling
of
terror
had
passed
away
,
and
curiosity
had
taken
its
place
.
He
was
determined
to
find
out
Basil
Hallward
's
mystery
.
"
Let
us
sit
down
,
Dorian
,
"
said
the
painter
,
looking
troubled
.
"
Let
us
sit
down
.
And
just
answer
me
one
question
.
Have
you
noticed
in
the
picture
something
curious
?
--
something
that
probably
at
first
did
not
strike
you
,
but
that
revealed
itself
to
you
suddenly
?
"
