Kitap · The Picture of Dorian Gray
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Yazar: Oscar Wilde
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"Thanks, Basil," answered Dorian Gray, pressing his hand. "I knew
that you would understand me. Harry is so cynical, he terrifies
me. But here is the orchestra. It is quite dreadful, but it only
lasts for about five minutes. Then the curtain rises, and you
will see the girl to whom I am going to give all my life, to whom
I have given everything that is good in me."
A quarter of an hour afterwards, amidst an extraordinary turmoil
of applause, Sibyl Vane stepped on to the stage. Yes, she was
certainly lovely to look at-one of the loveliest creatures, Lord
Henry thought, that he had ever seen. There was something of the
fawn in her shy grace and startled eyes. A faint blush, like the
shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, came to her cheeks as she
glanced at the crowded enthusiastic house. She stepped back a few
paces and her lips seemed to tremble. Basil Hallward leaped to
his feet and began to applaud. Motionless, and as one in a dream,
sat Dorian Gray, gazing at her. Lord Henry peered through his
glasses, murmuring, "Charming! charming!"
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