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“IdonotthinkIevermetMr.Hyde?”askedUtterson.
“O,dearno,sir. Heneverdineshere,”repliedthebutler. “Indeedweseeverylittleofhimonthissideofthehouse; hemostlycomesandgoesbythelaboratory.”
“Well,good-night,Poole.”
“Good-night,Mr.Utterson.”
Andthelawyersetouthomewardwithaveryheavyheart. “PoorHarryJekyll,”hethought,“mymindmisgivesmeheisindeepwaters! Hewaswildwhenhewasyoung;alongwhileagotobesure;butinthelawofGod,thereisnostatuteoflimitations. Ay,itmustbethat;theghostofsomeoldsin,thecancerofsomeconcealeddisgrace: punishmentcoming,pedeclaudo,yearsaftermemoryhasforgottenandself-lovecondonedthefault.” Andthelawyer,scaredbythethought,broodedawhileonhisownpast,gropinginallthecornersofmemory,lestbychancesomeJack-in-the-Boxofanoldiniquityshouldleaptolightthere. Hispastwasfairlyblameless;fewmencouldreadtherollsoftheirlifewithlessapprehension; yethewashumbledtothedustbythemanyillthingshehaddone,andraisedupagainintoasoberandfearfulgratitudebythemanythathehadcomesoneartodoing,yetavoided. Andthenbyareturnonhisformersubject,heconceivedasparkofhope. “ThisMasterHyde,ifhewerestudied,”thoughthe,“musthavesecretsofhisown; blacksecrets,bythelookofhim;secretscomparedtowhichpoorJekyll’sworstwouldbelikesunshine.
