Kitap · The Picture of Dorian Gray
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Yazar: Oscar Wilde
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The painter stared at him. "My dear boy, what nonsense!" he
cried. "Do you mean to say you don't like what I did of you?
Where is it? Why have you pulled the screen in front of it? Let
me look at it. It is the best thing I have ever done. Do take the
screen away, Dorian. It is simply disgraceful of your servant
hiding my work like that. I felt the room looked different as I
came in."
"My servant has nothing to do with it, Basil. You don't imagine I
let him arrange my room for me? He settles my flowers for me
sometimes-that is all. No; I did it myself. The light was too
strong on the portrait."
"Too strong! Surely not, my dear fellow? It is an admirable place
for it. Let me see it." And Hallward walked towards the corner of
the room.
A cry of terror broke from Dorian Gray's lips, and he rushed
between the painter and the screen. "Basil," he said, looking
very pale, "you must not look at it. I don't wish you to."
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