It was from within, apparently, that the foulness and horror had come.
Through some strange quickening of inner life the leprosies of sin were slowly eating the thing away.

The rotting of a corpse in a watery grave was not so fearful.
His hand shook, and the candle fell from its socket on the floor and lay there sputtering.

He placed his foot on it and put it out.

Then he flung himself into the rickety chair that was standing by the table and buried his face in his hands.
"Good God, Dorian, what a lesson! What an awful lesson!" There was no answer, but he could hear the young man sobbing at the window.

"Pray, Dorian, pray," he murmured.