The Picture of Dorian Gray, Novel

As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake. ＂It is your best work, Basil, the best thing you have ever done,＂ said Lord Henry languidly...