Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда
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Itwasalreadybadenoughwhenthenamewasbutanameofwhichhecouldlearnnomore. Itwasworsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmiststhathadsolongbaffledhiseye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofafiend.
“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”hesaid,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthesafe, “andnowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”
Withthatheblewouthiscandle,putonagreat-coat,andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicine,wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,hadhishouseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients. “Ifanyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadthought.
Thesolemnbutlerknewandwelcomedhim;hewassubjectedtonostageofdelay,butushereddirectfromthedoortothedining-roomwhereDr.Lanyonsataloneoverhiswine. Thiswasahearty,healthy,dapper,red-facedgentleman,withashockofhairprematurelywhite,andaboisterousanddecidedmanner. AtsightofMr.Utterson,hesprangupfromhischairandwelcomedhimwithbothhands. Thegeniality,aswasthewayoftheman,wassomewhattheatricaltotheeye;butitreposedongenuinefeeling. Forthesetwowereoldfriends,oldmatesbothatschoolandcollege,boththoroughrespectersofthemselvesandofeachother,and,whatdoesnotalwaysfollow,menwhothoroughlyenjoyedeachother’scompany.
