Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда
Dr. Lanyon’s Narrative
“OGod!”Iscreamed,and“OGod!”againandagain;fortherebeforemyeyes—paleandshaken,andhalf-fainting,andgropingbeforehimwithhishands,likeamanrestoredfromdeath—therestoodHenryJekyll!
Whathetoldmeinthenexthour,Icannotbringmymindtosetonpaper. IsawwhatIsaw,IheardwhatIheard,andmysoulsickenedatit;andyetnowwhenthatsighthasfadedfrommyeyes,IaskmyselfifIbelieveit,andIcannotanswer. Mylifeisshakentoitsroots;sleephasleftme;thedeadliestterrorsitsbymeatallhoursofthedayandnight;Ifeelthatmydaysarenumbered,andthatImustdie;andyetIshalldieincredulous. Asforthemoralturpitudethatmanunveiledtome,evenwithtearsofpenitence,Icannot,eveninmemory,dwellonitwithoutastartofhorror. Iwillsaybutonething,Utterson,andthat(ifyoucanbringyourmindtocreditit)willbemorethanenough. Thecreaturewhocreptintomyhousethatnightwas,onJekyll’sownconfession,knownbythenameofHydeandhuntedforineverycornerofthelandasthemurdererofCarew.
HastieLanyon.
