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"Don't touch me. Finish what you have to say."<\/p>\n

A twisted flash of pain shot across the painter's face. He paused for a moment, and a wild feeling of pity came over him. After all, what right had he to pry into the life of Dorian Gray? If he had done a tithe of what was rumoured about him, how much he must have suffered! Then he straightened himself up, and walked over to the fire–place, and stood there, looking at the burning logs with their frostlike ashes and their throbbing cores of flame.<\/p>\n

"I am waiting, Basil," said the young man in a hard clear voice.<\/p>\n

He turned round. "What I have to say is this," he cried. "You must give me some answer to these horrible charges that are made against you. If you tell me that they are absolutely untrue from beginning to end, I shall believe you. Deny them, Dorian, deny them! Can't you see what I am going through? My God! don't tell me that you are bad, and corrupt, and shameful."<\/p>\n

Dorian Gray smiled. There was a curl of contempt in his lips. "Come upstairs, Basil," he said quietly. "I keep a diary of my life from day to day, and it never leaves the room in which it is written. I shall show it to you if you come with me."<\/p>\n

"I shall come with you, Dorian, if you wish it. I see I have missed my train. That makes no matter. I can go to–morrow. But don't ask me to read anything to–night. All I want is a plain answer to my question."<\/p>\n

"That shall be given to you upstairs. I could not give it here. You will not have to read long."<\/h3>\n

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