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After about a quarter of an hour Hallward stopped painting, looked for a long time at Dorian Gray, and then for a long time at the picture, biting the end of one of his huge brushes and frowning. "It is quite finished," he cried at last, and stooping down he wrote his name in long vermilion letters on the left-hand corner of the canvas. childrens non nude modeling nonuder girl He flung himself down on the sofa and turned away his face. "You have killed my love," he muttered. laura child model gallery .
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