Isn't there a verse somewhere, 'Though your sins be as scarlet, yet I will make them as white as snow' ?" "Those words mean nothing to me now." "Hush! Don't say that.

You have done enough evil in your life.

My God! Don't you see that accursed thing leering at us ?" Dorian Gray glanced at the picture, and suddenly an uncontrollable feeling of hatred for Basil Hallward came over him, as though it had been suggested to him by the image on the canvas, whispered into his ear by those grinning lips.

The mad passions of a hunted animal stirred within him, and he loathed the man who was seated at the table, more than in his whole life he had ever loathed anything.

He glanced wildly around.