Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde Chapter 7 Page 19

her face, came across the room to him. She put her hand upon his arm and looked into his eyes. He thrust her back. "Don't touch me!" he cried.

A low moan broke from her, and she flung herself at his feet and lay there like a trampled flower. "Dorian, Dorian, don't leave me!" she whispered. "I am so sorry I didn't act well. I was thinking of you all the time. But I will try — indeed, I will try. It came so suddenly across me, my love for you. I think I should never have known it if you had not kissed me — if we had not kissed each other. Kiss me again, my love. Don't go away from me. I couldn't bear it. Oh! Don't go away from me. My brother ... No; never mind. He didn't mean it. He was in jest.... But you, oh! Can't you forgive me for to-night? I will work so hard and try to improve. Don't be cruel to me,