1 Then he threw the knife on the table, and listened.
2 He looked round and saw the knife that had stabbed Basil Hallward.
3 Lying on the floor was a dead man, in evening dress, with a knife in his heart.
4 It was a knife that he had brought up, some days before, to cut a piece of cord, and had forgotten to take away with him.
5 There was blood on the painted feet, as though the thing had dripped--blood even on the hand that had not held the knife.
6 As he thought of it, a sharp pang of pain struck through him like a knife and made each delicate fibre of his nature quiver.
7 Those finely shaped fingers could never have clutched a knife for sin, nor those smiling lips have cried out on God and goodness.
8 So I have murdered Sibyl Vane," said Dorian Gray, half to himself, "murdered her as surely as if I had cut her little throat with a knife.
9 He rushed at him and dug the knife into the great vein that is behind the ear, crushing the man's head down on the table and stabbing again and again.
10 With a stifled sob the lad leaped from the couch, and, rushing over to Hallward, tore the knife out of his hand, and flung it to the end of the studio.