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"You wrecked the life of Sibyl Vane," was the answer, "and Sibyl

Vane was my sister. She killed herself. I know it. Her death is

at your door. I swore I would kill you in return. For years I

have sought you. I had no clue, no trace. The two people who

could have described you were dead. I knew nothing of you but the

pet name she used to call you. I heard it to-night by chance.

Make your peace with God, for to-night you are going to die."

Dorian Gray grew sick with fear. "I never knew her," he

stammered. "I never heard of her. You are mad."

"You had better confess your sin, for as sure as I am James Vane,

you are going to die." There was a horrible moment. Dorian did

not know what to say or do. "Down on your knees!" growled the

man. "I give you one minute to make your peace-no more. I go on

board to-night for India, and I must do my job first. One minute.

That's all."