1 Lord Henry looked across the table.
2 Then he threw the knife on the table, and listened.
3 The flies buzzed round the table and crawled over the stained cloth.
4 "Shut the door behind you," he whispered, as he placed the lamp on the table.
5 The two men sauntered languidly to the table and examined what was under the covers.
6 Dorian bowed to him shyly from the end of the table, a flush of pleasure stealing into his cheek.
7 "I'll back English women against the world, Harry," said Lord Fermor, striking the table with his fist.
8 Then he flung himself into the rickety chair that was standing by the table and buried his face in his hands.
9 "We are talking about poor Dartmoor, Lord Henry," cried the duchess, nodding pleasantly to him across the table.
10 "I want him to play to me," cried Lord Henry, smiling, and he looked down the table and caught a bright answering glance.
11 Then he rose from the table, lit a cigarette, and flung himself down on a luxuriously cushioned couch that stood facing the screen.
12 Finally, he went over to the table and wrote a passionate letter to the girl he had loved, imploring her forgiveness and accusing himself of madness.
13 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.
14 He winced and, taking up from the table an oval glass framed in ivory Cupids, one of Lord Henry's many presents to him, glanced hurriedly into its polished depths.
15 The mad passions of a hunted animal stirred within him, and he loathed the man who was seated at the table, more than in his whole life he had ever loathed anything.
16 His little dinners, in the settling of which Lord Henry always assisted him, were noted as much for the careful selection and placing of those invited, as for the exquisite taste shown in the decoration of the table, with its subtle symphonic arrangements of exotic flowers, and embroidered cloths, and antique plate of gold and silver.
17 He turned them out and, having thrown his hat and cape on the table, passed through the library towards the door of his bedroom, a large octagonal chamber on the ground floor that, in his new-born feeling for luxury, he had just had decorated for himself and hung with some curious Renaissance tapestries that had been discovered stored in a disused attic at Selby Royal.
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