Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда
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“GoodGod!”thoughtMr.Utterson,“canhe,too,havebeenthinkingofthewill?” Buthekepthisfeelingstohimselfandonlygruntedinacknowledgmentoftheaddress.
“Andnow,”saidtheother,“howdidyouknowme?”
“Bydescription,”wasthereply.
“Whosedescription?”
“Wehavecommonfriends,”saidMr.Utterson.
“Commonfriends?”echoedMr.Hyde,alittlehoarsely.“Whoarethey?”
“Jekyll,forinstance,”saidthelawyer.
“Henevertoldyou,”criedMr.Hyde,withaflushofanger. “Ididnotthinkyouwouldhavelied.”
“Come,”saidMr.Utterson,“thatisnotfittinglanguage.”
Theothersnarledaloudintoasavagelaugh;andthenextmoment,withextraordinaryquickness,hehadunlockedthedooranddisappearedintothehouse.
ThelawyerstoodawhilewhenMr.Hydehadlefthim,thepictureofdisquietude. Thenhebeganslowlytomountthestreet,pausingeverysteportwoandputtinghishandtohisbrowlikeamaninmentalperplexity.
