Портрет Дориана Грея

Chapter 1

           Theladhesitated,andlookedoveratLordHenry, whowaswatchingthemfromthetea-tablewithanamusedsmile. "Imustgo,Basil,"heanswered. 

           "Verywell,"saidHallward;andhewentoverandlaiddownhiscuponthetray. "Itisratherlate,and,asyouhavetodress,youhadbetterlosenotime. Good-bye,Harry.Good-bye,Dorian.Comeandseemesoon.Cometo-morrow." 

           "Certainly." 

           "Youwon’tforget?" 

           "No,ofcoursenot,"criedDorian. 

           "And...Harry!" 

           "Yes,Basil?" 

           "RememberwhatIaskedyou,whenwewereinthegardenthismorning." 

           "Ihaveforgottenit." 

           "Itrustyou." 

           "IwishIcouldtrustmyself,"saidLordHenry,laughing. "Come,Mr.Gray,myhansomisoutside,andIcandropyouatyourownplace. Good-bye,Basil.Ithasbeenamostinterestingafternoon." 

           Asthedoorclosedbehindthem,thepainterflunghimselfdownonasofa, andalookofpaincameintohisface. 

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