Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда

           “IsDr.Jekyllathome,Poole?”askedthelawyer. 

           “Iwillsee,Mr.Utterson,”saidPoole,admittingthevisitor,ashespoke,intoalarge,low-roofed,comfortablehall,pavedwithflags,warmed(afterthefashionofacountryhouse)byabright,openfire,andfurnishedwithcostlycabinetsofoak. “Willyouwaitherebythefire,sir?orshallIgiveyoualightinthediningroom?” 

           “Here,thankyou,”saidthelawyer,andhedrewnearandleanedonthetallfender. Thishall,inwhichhewasnowleftalone,wasapetfancyofhisfriendthedoctor’s;andUttersonhimselfwaswonttospeakofitasthepleasantestroominLondon. Butto-nighttherewasashudderinhisblood;thefaceofHydesatheavyonhismemory;hefelt(whatwasrarewithhim)anauseaanddistasteoflife; andinthegloomofhisspirits,heseemedtoreadamenaceintheflickeringofthefirelightonthepolishedcabinetsandtheuneasystartingoftheshadowontheroof. Hewasashamedofhisrelief,whenPoolepresentlyreturnedtoannouncethatDr.Jekyllwasgoneout. 

           “IsawMr.Hydegoinbytheolddissecting-roomdoor,Poole,”hesaid. “Isthatright,whenDr.Jekyllisfromhome?” 

           “Quiteright,Mr.Utterson,sir,”repliedtheservant. “Mr.Hydehasakey.” 

           “Yourmasterseemstoreposeagreatdealoftrustinthatyoungman,Poole,”resumedtheothermusingly. 

           “Yes,sir,hedoindeed,”saidPoole. “Wehaveallorderstoobeyhim.”