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Search for Mr. Hyde
Thefigureinthesetwophaseshauntedthelawyerallnight; andifatanytimehedozedover,itwasbuttoseeitglidemorestealthilythroughsleepinghouses,ormovethemoreswiftlyandstillthemoreswiftly,eventodizziness,throughwiderlabyrinthsoflamplightedcity,andateverystreet-cornercrushachildandleaveherscreaming. Andstillthefigurehadnofacebywhichhemightknowit; eveninhisdreams,ithadnoface,oronethatbaffledhimandmeltedbeforehiseyes; andthusitwasthattheresprangupandgrewapaceinthelawyer’smindasingularlystrong,almostaninordinate,curiositytobeholdthefeaturesoftherealMr.Hyde. Ifhecouldbutonceseteyesonhim,hethoughtthemysterywouldlightenandperhapsrollaltogetheraway,aswasthehabitofmysteriousthingswhenwellexamined. Hemightseeareasonforhisfriend’sstrangepreferenceorbondage(callitwhichyouplease)andevenforthestartlingclauseofthewill. Atleastitwouldbeafaceworthseeing:thefaceofamanwhowaswithoutbowelsofmercy: afacewhichhadbuttoshowitselftoraiseup,inthemindoftheunimpressionableEnfield,aspiritofenduringhatred.
Fromthattimeforward,Mr.Uttersonbegantohauntthedoorintheby-streetofshops. Inthemorningbeforeofficehours,atnoonwhenbusinesswasplenty,andtimescarce,atnightunderthefaceofthefoggedcitymoon,byalllightsandatallhoursofsolitudeorconcourse,thelawyerwastobefoundonhischosenpost.
“IfhebeMr.Hyde,”hehadthought,“IshallbeMr.Seek.”
