《道林格雷的画像》第71章

〃whose　house　is　that；　constable？〃　asked　the　elder　of　the　two　gentlemen。
〃mr。　dorian　grays；　sir；〃　answered　the　policeman。
they　looked　at　each　other；　as　they　walked　away；　and　sneered。　one　of　them　was　sir　henry　ashtons　uncle。
inside；　in　the　servants　part　of　the　house；　the　half…clad　domestics　were　talking　in　low　whispers　to　each　other。　old　mrs。　leaf　was　crying　and　wringing　her　hands。　francis　was　as　pale　as　death。
after　about　a　quarter　of　an　hour；　he　got　the　coachman　and　one　of　the　footmen　and　crept　upstairs。　they　knocked；　but　there　was　no　reply。　they　called　out。　everything　was　still。　finally；　after　vainly　trying　to　force　the　door；　they　got　on　the　roof　and　dropped　down　on　to　the　balcony。　the　windows　yielded　easily……their　bolts　were　old。
when　they　entered；　they　found　hanging　upon　the　wall　a　splendid　portrait　of　their　master　as　they　had　last　seen　him；　in　all　the　wonder　of　his　exquisite　youth　and　beauty。　lying　on　the　floor　was　a　dead　man；　in　evening　dress；　with　a　knife　in　his　heart。　he　was　withered；　wrinkled；　and　loathsome　of　visage。　it　was　not　till　they　had　examined　the　rings　that　they　recognized　who　it　was。
the　end　
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