Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда
Search for Mr. Hyde
Andatlasthispatiencewasrewarded. Itwasafinedrynight;frostintheair;thestreetsascleanasaballroomfloor;thelamps,unshaken,byanywind,drawingaregularpatternoflightandshadow. Byteno’clock,whentheshopswereclosed,theby-streetwasverysolitaryand,inspiteofthelowgrowlofLondonfromallround,verysilent. Smallsoundscarriedfar;domesticsoundsoutofthehouseswereclearlyaudibleoneithersideoftheroadway;andtherumouroftheapproachofanypassengerprecededhimbyalongtime. Mr.Uttersonhadbeensomeminutesathispost,whenhewasawareofanodd,lightfootstepdrawingnear. Inthecourseofhisnightlypatrols,hehadlonggrownaccustomedtothequainteffectwithwhichthefootfallsofasingleperson,whileheisstillagreatwayoff,suddenlyspringoutdistinctfromthevasthumandclatterofthecity. Yethisattentionhadneverbeforebeensosharplyanddecisivelyarrested;anditwaswithastrong,superstitiousprevisionofsuccessthathewithdrewintotheentryofthecourt.
“Mr.Utterson...wasawareofanodd,lightfootstepdrawingnear”
Thestepsdrewswiftlynearer,andswelledoutsuddenlylouderastheyturnedtheendofthestreet. Thelawyer,lookingforthfromtheentry,couldsoonseewhatmannerofmanhehadtodealwith. Hewassmallandveryplainlydressed,andthelookofhim,evenatthatdistance,wentsomehowstronglyagainstthewatcher’sinclination.
