at tes by ated. At last up and began to pace up and doiful caged took long stealtrides. his hands were curiously cold.
time seemed to o be cra of lead, to of precipice. ing for , indeed, and, s and driven to t s otened, and tion, made grotesque by terror, ted and distorted as a living t on a stand and grinned time stopped for blind, slos, time being dead, raced nimbly on in front, and dragged a ure from its grave, and s to ared at it. Its very one.
At last t entered. urned glazed eyes upon him.
quot;Mr. Campbell, sir,quot; said the man.
A sigo his cheeks.
quot;Ask o come in at once, Francis.quot; t he was himself again. his mood of cowardice had passed away.
tired. In a fes, Alan Campbell ern and ratensified by his coal-black hair and dark eyebrows.
quot;Alan! t;
quot;I ended never to enter your you said it ter of life and deat; ion. tempt in teady searc urned on Dorian. s of rak, and seemed not to iced ture ed.
quot;Yes: it is a matter of life and deato more t do;
Campbell took a cable, and Dorian sat opposite to . In Dorians te pity. w o do was dreadful.
After a strained moment of silence, ly, but c of eac for, quot;Alan, in a locked room at top of to a table. en stir, and dont look at me like t. ters t do not concern you. you o do is t;
quot;Stop, Gray. I dont to kno you old me is true or not true doesnt concern me. I entirely decline to be mixed up in your life. Keep your s to yourself. t interest me any more.quot;
quot;Alan, to interest you. to interest you. I am a I cant o save me. I am forced to bring you into tter. I ion. Alan, you are scientific. You kno cry and t kind. You s. you to do is to destroy t is upstairs-- to destroy it so t not a vestige of it . Nobody sao t t moment o be in Paris. be missed for mont be no trace of c belongs to o a I may scatter in t;
quot;You are mad, Dorian.quot;
quot;Aing for you to call me Dorian.quot;