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〃was there anything found on him？〃 said dorian； leaning forward and looking at the man with startled eyes。 〃anything that would tell his name？〃
〃some money； sir……not much； and a six…shooter。 there was no name of any kind。 a decent…looking man； sir； but rough…like。 a sort of sailor we think。〃
dorian started to his feet。 a terrible hope fluttered past him。 he clutched at it madly。 〃where is the body？〃 he exclaimed。 〃quick！ i must see it at once。〃
〃it is in an empty stable in the home farm； sir。 the folk dont like to have that sort of thing in their houses。 they say a corpse brings bad luck。〃
〃the home farm！ go there at once and meet me。 tell one of the grooms to bring my horse round。 no。 never mind。 ill go to the stables myself。 it will save time。〃
in less than a quarter of an hour； dorian gray was galloping down the long avenue as hard as he could go。 the trees seemed to sweep past him in spectral procession； and wild shadows to fling themselves across his path。 once the mare swerved at a white gate…post and nearly threw him。 he lashed her across the neck with his crop。 she cleft the dusky air like an arrow。 the stones flew from her hoofs。
at last he reached the home farm。 two men were loitering in the yard。 he leaped from the saddle and threw the reins to one of them。 in the farthest stable a light was glimmering。 something seemed to tell him that the body was there； and he hurried to the door and put his hand upon the latch。
there he paused for a moment； feeling that he was on the brink of a discovery that would either make or mar his life。 then he thrust the door open and entered。
on a heap of sacking in the far corner was lying the dead body of a man dressed in a coarse shirt and a pair of blue trousers。 a spotted handkerchief had been placed over the face。 a coarse candle； stuck in a bottle； sputtered beside it。
dorian gray shuddered。 he felt that his could not be the hand to take the handkerchief away； and called out to one of the farm…servants to e to him。
〃take that thing off the face。 i wish to see it；〃 he said； clutching at the door…post for support。
when the farm…servant had done so； he stepped forward。 a cry of joy broke from his lips。 the man who had been shot in the thicket was james vane。
he stood there for some minutes looking at the dead body。 as he rode home； his eyes were full of tears； for he knew he was safe。
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Chapter 19
。小［说网｝
chapter 19
there is no use your telling me that you are going to be good；〃 cried lord henry； dipping his white fingers into a red copper bowl filled with rose…water。 〃you are quite perfect。 pray； dont change。〃
dorian gray shook his head。 〃no； harry； i have done too many dreadful things in my life。 i am not going to do any more。 i began my good actions yesterday。〃
〃where were you yesterday？〃
〃in the country； harry。 i was staying at a little inn by myself。〃
〃my dear boy；〃 said lord henry； smiling； 〃anybody can be good in the country。 there are no temptations there。 that is the reason why people who live out of town are so absolutely uncivilized。 civilization is not by any means an easy thing to attain to。 there are only two ways by which man can reach it。 one is by being cultured； the other by being corrupt。 country people have no opportunity of being either； so they stagnate。〃
〃culture and corruption；〃 echoed dorian。 〃i have known something of both。 it seems terrible to me now that they should ever be found together。 for i have a new ideal； harry。 i am going to alter。 i think i have altered。〃
〃you have not yet told me what your good action was。 or did you say you had done more than one？〃 asked his panion as he spilled into his plate a little crimson pyramid of seeded strawberries and； through a perforated； shell…shaped spoon； snowed white sugar upon them。
〃i can tell you； harry。 it is not a story i could tell to any one else。 i spared somebody。 it sounds vain； but you understand what i mean。 she was quite beautiful and wonderfully like sibyl vane。 i think it was that which first attracted me to her。 you remember sibyl； dont you？ how long ago that seems！ well； hetty was not one of our own class； of course。 she was simply a girl in a village。 but i really loved her。 i am quite sure that i loved her。 all during this wonderful may that we have been having； i used to run down and see her two or three times a week。 yesterday she met me in a little orchard。 the apple…blossoms kept tumbling down on her hair； and she was laughing。 we were to have gone away together this morning at dawn。 suddenly i determined to leave her as flowerlike as i had found her。〃
〃i should think the novelty of the emotion must have given you a thrill of real pleasure； dorian；〃 interrupted lord henry。 〃but i can finish your idyll for you。 you gave her good advice and broke her heart。 that was the beginning of your reformation。〃
〃harry； you are horrible！ you mustnt say these dreadful things。 hettys heart is not broken。 of course； she cried and all that。 but there is no disgrace upon her。 she can live； like perdita； in her garden of mint and marigold。〃
〃and weep over a faithless florizel；〃 said lord henry； laughing； as he leaned back in his chair。 〃my dear dorian； you have the most curiously boyish moods。 do you think this girl will ever be really content now with any one of her own rank？ i suppose she will be married some day to a rough carter or a grinning ploughman。 well； the fact of having met you； and loved you； will teach her to despise her husband； and she will be wretched。 from a moral point of view； i cannot say that i think much of your great renunciation。 even as a beginning； it is poor。 besides； how do you know that hetty isnt floating at the present moment in some starlit mill…pond； with lovely water…lilies round her； like ophelia？〃
〃i cant bear this； harry！ you mock at everything； and then suggest the most serious tragedies。 i am sorry i told you now。 i dont care what you say to me。 i know i was right in acting as i did。 poor hetty！ as i rode past the farm this morning； i saw her white face at the window； like a spray of jasmine。 dont let us talk about it any more； and dont try to persuade me that the first good