Chapter 15
That evening, at eight-thirty, exquisitely dressed and wearing a large button-hole of Parma violets, Dorian Gray was ushered into Lady Narbhs drawing-room by bowing servants. His forehead was throbbing with maddened nerves, and he felt wildly excited, but his manner as he bent over his hostesss hand was as easy and graceful as ever. Perhaps one never seems so much at ones ease as when one has to play a part. Certainly no one looking at Dorian Gray that night could have believed that he had passed through a tragedy as horrible as any tragedy of e. Those finely shaped fingers could never have clutched a knife for sin, nor those smiling lips have cried out on God and goodness. He himself could not help w at the calm of his demeanour, and for a mome keenly the terrible pleasure of a double life.
It was a small party, got up rather in a hurry by Lady Narbh, who was a very clever woman with what Lord Henry used to describe as the remains of really ……（内容加载失败！）
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