{"id":10647,"date":"2017-09-04T21:19:32","date_gmt":"2017-09-04T21:19:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.myedme.com\/login\/?p=10647"},"modified":"2017-09-04T21:19:32","modified_gmt":"2017-09-04T21:19:32","slug":"DorianGrayDtext9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/DorianGrayDtext9\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 4, page 10"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3><a href=\"http:\/\/www.myedme.com\/login\/content-restricted\/edmereading\/dorian-gray\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Table of Contents<\/a><input type=\"button\" name=\"NextPage\" style=\"float : right; font-size : 20px;\" onclick=\"location.href=&#39;http:\/\/www.myedme.com\/login\/?p=10648&#39;\" value=\"  Next Page  \"><\/p>\n<p>&quot;He wants to enslave you.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;I shudder at the thought of being free.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;I want you to beware of him.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;To see him is to worship him; to know him is to trust him.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Sibyl, you are mad about him.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>She laughed and took his arm.  &quot;You dear old Jim, you talk as if you were a hundred.  Some day you will be in love yourself.  Then you will know what it is.  Don&#39;t look so sulky.  Surely you should be glad to think that, though you are going away, you leave me happier than I have ever been before.  Life has been hard for us both, terribly hard and difficult.  But it will be different now.  You are going to a new world, and I have found one.  Here are two chairs; let us sit down and see the smart people go by.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>They took their seats amidst a crowd of watchers.  The tulip&#8211;beds across the road flamed like throbbing rings of fire.  A white dust&#8211;&#8211;tremulous cloud of orris&#8211;root it seemed&#8211;&#8211;hung in the panting air. The brightly coloured parasols danced and dipped like monstrous butterflies.<\/p>\n<p>She made her brother talk of himself, his hopes, his prospects.  He spoke slowly and with effort.  They passed words to each other as players at a game pass counters.  Sibyl felt oppressed.  She could not communicate her joy.  A faint smile curving that sullen mouth was all the echo she could win.  After some time she became silent.  Suddenly she caught a glimpse of golden hair and laughing lips, and in an open carriage with two ladies Dorian Gray drove past.<\/p>\n<p>She started to her feet.  &quot;There he is!&quot; she cried.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Who?&quot; said Jim Vane.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Prince Charming,&quot; she answered, looking after the victoria.<\/p>\n<p>He jumped up and seized her roughly by the arm.  &quot;Show him to me. Which is he?  Point him out.  I must see him!&quot; he exclaimed; but at that moment the Duke of Berwick&#39;s four&#8211;in&#8211;hand came between, and when it had left the space clear, the carriage had swept out of the park.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;He is gone,&quot; murmured Sibyl sadly.  &quot;I wish you had seen him.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;I wish I had, for as sure as there is a God in heaven, if he ever does you any wrong, I shall kill him.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>She looked at him in horror.  He repeated his words.  They cut the air like a dagger.  The people round began to gape.  A lady standing close to her tittered.<\/p>\n<p><input type=\"button\" name=\"NextPage\" style=\"float : right; font-size : 20px;\" onclick=\"location.href=&#39;http:\/\/www.myedme.com\/login\/?p=10648&#39;\" value=\"  Next Page  \"><\/h3>\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Chapter 4, page 9<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"opened","ping_status":"opened","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[78,71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10647","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-edMe-Free","category-Hatchet"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10647","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10647"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10647\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10647"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10647"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10647"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}