Chapter 7
ection. You and can ever be. o do s of a play? o-nig understand everyt t I o be I could do not da all meant. te to me. I could take me aake me ae alone. I e tage. I mig I do not feel, but I cannot mimic one t burns me like fire. Oand no signifies? Even if I could do it, it ion for me to play at being in love. You .quot;
urned aered.
S o tle fingers stroked down and pressed o hrough him.
t to t;Yes,quot; ;you o stir my imagination. No even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you , because you realized t poets and gave sance to t. You all aion your name. You dont knoo me, once. bear to t! I le you can kno mars your art! it your art, you are not. t are you noe actress ty face.quot;
te, and trembled. Sogeto catc. quot;You are not serious, Dorian?quot; s;You are acting.quot;
quot;Acting! I leave t to you. You do it so ; terly.
Seous expression of pain in o o ;Dont touc; he cried.
A lorampled flo;Dorian, Dorian, dont leave me!quot; s;I am so sorry I didnt act ime. But I ry--indeed, I ry. It came so suddenly across me, my love for you. I t if you kissed me-- if bear it. O go a mean it. . . . . But you, o you forgive me for to-nigry to improve. Dont be cruel to me, because I love you better ter all, it is only once t I pleased you. But you are quite rigist. It . O leave me, dont leave me.quot; A fit of passionate sobbing ciful eyes, looked do e disdain. t tions of people o o be absurdly m