Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда

           Theproblemhewasthusdebatingashewalked,wasoneofaclassthatisrarelysolved. Mr.Hydewaspaleanddwarfish,hegaveanimpressionofdeformitywithoutanynameablemalformation,hehadadispleasingsmile,hehadbornehimselftothelawyerwithasortofmurderousmixtureoftimidityandboldness,andhespokewithahusky,whisperingandsomewhatbrokenvoice; allthesewerepointsagainsthim,butnotallofthesetogethercouldexplainthehithertounknowndisgust,loathing,andfearwithwhichMr.Uttersonregardedhim. “Theremustbesomethingelse,”saidtheperplexedgentleman. “Thereissomethingmore,ifIcouldfindanameforit. Godblessme,themanseemshardlyhuman! Somethingtroglodytic,shallwesay? orcanitbetheoldstoryofDr.Fell? Orisitthemereradianceofafoulsoulthatthustranspiresthrough,andtransfigures,itsclaycontinent? Thelast,Ithink;for,OmypooroldHarryJekyll,ifeverIreadSatan’ssignatureuponaface,itisonthatofyournewfriend.” 

           Roundthecornerfromtheby-street,therewasasquareofancient,handsomehouses,nowforthemostpartdecayedfromtheirhighestateandletinflatsandchamberstoallsortsandconditionsofmen:map-engravers,architects,shadylawyers,andtheagentsofobscureenterprises. Onehouse,however,secondfromthecorner,wasstilloccupiedentire; andatthedoorofthis,whichworeagreatairofwealthandcomfort,thoughitwasnowplungedindarknessexceptforthefan-light,Mr.Uttersonstoppedandknocked. Awell-dressed,elderlyservantopenedthedoor.