Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда
The Last Night
Meanwhile,lestanythingshouldreallybeamiss,oranymalefactorseektoescapebytheback,youandtheboymustgoroundthecornerwithapairofgoodsticksandtakeyourpostatthelaboratorydoor. Wegiveyoutenminutestogettoyourstations.”
AsBradshawleft,thelawyerlookedathiswatch. “Andnow,Poole,letusgettoours,”hesaid;andtakingthepokerunderhisarm,ledthewayintotheyard. Thescudhadbankedoverthemoon,anditwasnowquitedark. Thewind,whichonlybrokeinpuffsanddraughtsintothatdeepwellofbuilding,tossedthelightofthecandletoandfroabouttheirsteps,untiltheycameintotheshelterofthetheatre,wheretheysatdownsilentlytowait. Londonhummedsolemnlyallaround;butnearerathand,thestillnesswasonlybrokenbythesoundsofafootfallmovingtoandfroalongthecabinetfloor.
“Tossedthelightofthecandletoandfroabouttheirsteps”
“Soitwillwalkallday,sir,”whisperedPoole;“ay,andthebetterpartofthenight. Onlywhenanewsamplecomesfromthechemist,there’sabitofabreak. Ah,it’sanillconsciencethat’ssuchanenemytorest! Ah,sir,there’sbloodfoullyshedineverystepofit! Butharkagain,alittlecloser—putyourheartinyourears,Mr.Utterson,andtellme,isthatthedoctor’sfoot?”
Thestepsfelllightlyandoddly,withacertainswing,foralltheywentsoslowly;itwasdifferentindeedfromtheheavycreakingtreadofHenryJekyll. Uttersonsighed.
