Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда

The Last Night

           Upwenttheaxeagain,andagainthepanelscrashedandtheframebounded;fourtimestheblowfell; butthewoodwastoughandthefittingswereofexcellentworkmanship; anditwasnotuntilthefifth,thatthelockburstinsunderandthewreckofthedoorfellinwardsonthecarpet. 

           Thebesiegers,appalledbytheirownriotandthestillnessthathadsucceeded,stoodbackalittleandpeeredin. Therelaythecabinetbeforetheireyesinthequietlamplight,agoodfireglowingandchatteringonthehearth,thekettlesingingitsthinstrain,adrawerortwoopen,papersneatlysetforthonthebusiness-table,andnearerthefire,thethingslaidoutfortea: thequietestroom,youwouldhavesaid,and,butfortheglazedpressesfullofchemicals,themostcommonplacethatnightinLondon. 

           Rightinthemidsttherelaythebodyofamansorelycontortedandstilltwitching. Theydrewnearontiptoe,turneditonitsbackandbeheldthefaceofEdwardHyde. Hewasdressedinclothesfartoolargeforhim,clothesofthedoctor’sbigness;thecordsofhisfacestillmovedwithasemblanceoflife,butlifewasquitegone; andbythecrushedphialinthehandandthestrongsmellofkernelsthathungupontheair,Uttersonknewthathewaslookingonthebodyofaself-destroyer. 

           “Wehavecometoolate,”hesaidsternly,“whethertosaveorpunish. Hydeisgonetohisaccount;anditonlyremainsforustofindthebodyofyourmaster.” 

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