innocence lost

“I think I have a right to know.” His feeling of terror had passed away, and curiosity had taken its place. “Let us sit down, Dorian,” said the painter, looking troubled. Have you noticed in the picture something curious?—something that probably at first did n...

My uncle at once showed me the way, running up the steps like a schoolboy. I followed as well as I could, though no sooner was I outside the tower, than my head began to swim.

To-day he came back, and almost bounded into the room at about half-past five o’clock, and thrust last night’s “Westminster Gazette” into my hand. “What do you think of that?” he asked as he stood back and folded his arms. I looked over the paper, for I really...