He realised that this was the man who had been cruel to his sister eighteen years ago.
Dorian was very afraid, but said that it couldn't have been him. He showed the sailor his face, the face of a young man of twenty. Then Dorian went away. "I nearly killed that boy," said the sailor. "Boy?" said the woman. "I first met him eighteen years ago, but his face hasn't changed in all that time." A week later Dorian was in the country staying with some friends, when he realised that the sailor was following him. He became very afraid. The next day he went out walking with some of his friends who were shooting. His friend shot at an animal and there was the cry of a man. He had killed the sailor who had been following Dorian.