1 "I don't want anything," murmured the young man.
2 "I am waiting, Basil," said the young man in a hard clear voice.
3 But there is no doubt that the young man in question is a perfect gentleman.
4 He could not help liking the tall, graceful young man who was standing by him.
5 Suddenly I found myself face to face with the young man whose personality had so strangely stirred me.
6 "Good night," answered the young man, passing up the steps and wiping his parched mouth with a handkerchief.
7 She told me she had discovered a wonderful young man who was going to help her in the East End, and that his name was Dorian Gray.
8 When he entered, a young man with smooth yellow hair, who was bending over a lamp lighting a long thin pipe, looked up at him and nodded in a hesitating manner.
9 Well, I am not like that young man you told me of when we were down at Marlow together, the young man who used to say that yellow satin could console one for all the miseries of life.
10 The young man was leaning against the mantelshelf, watching him with that strange expression that one sees on the faces of those who are absorbed in a play when some great artist is acting.
11 He was an extremely clever young man, though he had no real appreciation of the visible arts, and whatever little sense of the beauty of poetry he possessed he had gained entirely from Dorian.
12 In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.