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She crouched on the floor like a wounded thing, and Dorian Gray,

with his beautiful eyes, looked down at her, and his chiselled

lips curled in exquisite disdain. There is always something

ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to

love. Sibyl Vane seemed to him to be absurdly melodramatic. Her

tears and sobs annoyed him.

"I am going," he said at last in his calm clear voice. "I don't

wish to be unkind, but I can't see you again. You have

disappointed me."

She wept silently, and made no answer, but crept nearer. Her

little hands stretched blindly out, and appeared to be seeking

for him. He turned on his heel and left the room. In a few

moments he was out of the theatre.