Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда

Search for Mr. Hyde

           “IdonotthinkIevermetMr.Hyde?”askedUtterson. 

           “O,dearno,sir. Heneverdineshere,”repliedthebutler. “Indeedweseeverylittleofhimonthissideofthehouse; hemostlycomesandgoesbythelaboratory.” 

           “Well,good-night,Poole.” 

           “Good-night,Mr.Utterson.” 

           Andthelawyersetouthomewardwithaveryheavyheart. “PoorHarryJekyll,”hethought,“mymindmisgivesmeheisindeepwaters! Hewaswildwhenhewasyoung;alongwhileagotobesure;butinthelawofGod,thereisnostatuteoflimitations. Ay,itmustbethat;theghostofsomeoldsin,thecancerofsomeconcealeddisgrace: punishmentcoming,pedeclaudo,yearsaftermemoryhasforgottenandself-lovecondonedthefault.” Andthelawyer,scaredbythethought,broodedawhileonhisownpast,gropinginallthecornersofmemory,lestbychancesomeJack-in-the-Boxofanoldiniquityshouldleaptolightthere. Hispastwasfairlyblameless;fewmencouldreadtherollsoftheirlifewithlessapprehension; yethewashumbledtothedustbythemanyillthingshehaddone,andraisedupagainintoasoberandfearfulgratitudebythemanythathehadcomesoneartodoing,yetavoided. Andthenbyareturnonhisformersubject,heconceivedasparkofhope. “ThisMasterHyde,ifhewerestudied,”thoughthe,“musthavesecretsofhisown; blacksecrets,bythelookofhim;secretscomparedtowhichpoorJekyll’sworstwouldbelikesunshine. 

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