Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда

           “Holdyourtongue!”Poolesaidtoher,withaferocityofaccentthattestifiedtohisownjanglednerves; andindeed,whenthegirlhadsosuddenlyraisedthenoteofherlamentation,theyhadallstartedandturnedtowardtheinnerdoorwithfacesofdreadfulexpectation. “Andnow,”continuedthebutler,addressingtheknife-boy,“reachmeacandle,andwe’llgetthisthroughhandsatonce.” AndthenhebeggedMr.Uttersontofollowhim,andledthewaytotheback-garden. 

           “Now,sir,”saidhe,“youcomeasgentlyasyoucan. Iwantyoutohear,andIdon’twantyoutobeheard. Andseehere,sir,ifbyanychancehewastoaskyouin,don’tgo.” 

           Mr.Utterson’snerves,atthisunlooked-fortermination,gaveajerkthatnearlythrewhimfromhisbalance; buthere-collectedhiscourageandfollowedthebutlerintothelaboratorybuildingandthroughthesurgicaltheatre,withitslumberofcratesandbottles,tothefootofthestair. HerePoolemotionedhimtostandononesideandlisten;whilehehimself,settingdownthecandleandmakingagreatandobviouscallonhisresolution,mountedthestepsandknockedwithasomewhatuncertainhandontheredbaizeofthecabinetdoor. 

           “Mr.Utterson,sir,askingtoseeyou,”hecalled;andevenashedidso,oncemoreviolentlysignedtothelawyertogiveear. 

           Avoiceansweredfromwithin: “TellhimIcannotseeanyone,”itsaidcomplainingly.