Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда
The Last Night
“ThemanatMaw’swasmainangry,sir,andhethrewitbacktomelikesomuchdirt,”returnedPoole.
“Thisisunquestionablythedoctor’shand,doyouknow?”resumedthelawyer.
“Ithoughtitlookedlikeit,”saidtheservantrathersulkily;andthen,withanothervoice, “Butwhatmattershand-of-write?”hesaid. “I’veseenhim!”
“Seenhim?”repeatedMr.Utterson. “Well?”
“That’sit!”saidPoole.“Itwasthisway. Icamesuddenlyintothetheatrefromthegarden. Itseemshehadslippedouttolookforthisdrugorwhateveritis;forthecabinetdoorwasopen,andtherehewasatthefarendoftheroomdiggingamongthecrates. HelookedupwhenIcamein,gaveakindofcry,andwhippedup-stairsintothecabinet. ItwasbutforoneminutethatIsawhim,butthehairstooduponmyheadlikequills. Sir,ifthatwasmymaster,whyhadheamaskuponhisface? Ifitwasmymaster,whydidhecryoutlikearat,andrunfromme? Ihaveservedhimlongenough. Andthen...”Themanpausedandpassedhishandoverhisface.
“He...gaveakindofcry,andwhippedupstairs”
“Theseareallverystrangecircumstances,”saidMr.Utterson,“butIthinkIbegintoseedaylight.
