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A third-rate actress with a pretty face."

The girl grew white, and trembled. She clenched her hands

together, and her voice seemed to catch in her throat. "You are

not serious, Dorian?" she murmured. "You are acting."

"Acting! I leave that to you. You do it so well," he answered

bitterly.

She rose from her knees and, with a piteous expression of pain in

her face, came across the room to him. She put her hand upon his

arm and looked into his eyes. He thrust her back. "Don't touch

me!" he cried.