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The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde | Progressively Translated Dutch A1 Books

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde | Progressively Translated Dutch A1 Books

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STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Utterson
de
thelawyerwasamanof
een
aruggedcountenancethatwas
nooit
neverlightedbyasmile;
koud
cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;
backwardinsentiment;
lean,
lang
long,dusty,drearyandyetsomehowlovable.
Atfriendlymeetings,
en
andwhenthewinewastohistaste,
iets
somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;
iets
somethingindeedwhichneverfoundits
weg
wayintohistalk,butwhich
sprak
spokenotonlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinner
gezicht
face,butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhis
leven
life.
Hewasausterewithhimself;
dronk
drankginwhenhewas
alleen
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;
en
andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre,
had
hadnotcrossedthedoorsof
een
onefortwentyyears.
Buthe
had
hadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;
soms
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,at
de
thehighpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;
en
andinanyextremityinclinedto
helpen
helpratherthantoreprove.
“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedto
zei
sayquaintly:
“Iletmy
broer
brothergotothedevilinhis
eigen
ownway.”
Inthischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortunetobethe
laatste
lastreputableacquaintanceandthe
laatste
lastgoodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.
En
Andtosuchasthese,solongasthey
kwamen
cameabouthischambers,he
nooit
nevermarkedashadeof
verandering
changeinhisdemeanour.
Nodoubt
de
thefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;
forhewasundemonstrativeatthebest,
en
andevenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedin
een
asimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.
Itisthemarkof
een
amodestmantoaccepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;
en
andthatwasthelawyer’s
manier
way.
Hisfriendswerethoseofhis
eigen
ownbloodorthosewhomhe
had
hadknownthelongest;
hisaffections,
zoals
likeivy,werethegrowthof
tijd
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.
Hence,nodoubt
de
thebondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,
de
thewell-knownmanabouttown.
Itwas
een
anuttocrackformany,whatthese
twee
twocouldseeineachother,
of
orwhatsubjecttheycould
vinden
findincommon.
ItwasreportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheysaid
niets
nothing,lookedsingularlydulland
zouden
wouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceof
een
afriend.
Forallthat,the
twee
twomenputthegreateststorebytheseexcursions,countedthemthechiefjewelof
elke
eachweek,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,
maar
butevenresistedthecallsofbusiness,thatthey
konden
mightenjoythemuninterrupted.
Itchancedononeoftheserambles
dat
thattheirwayledthemdownaby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.
The
straat
streetwassmallandwhatis
genoemd
calledquiet,butitdrove
een
athrivingtradeontheweekdays.
Theinhabitantswere
alle
alldoingwell,itseemed
en
andallemulouslyhopingto
doen
dobetterstill,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;
so
die
thattheshopfrontsstood
langs
alongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,
als
likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.
Zelfs
EvenonSunday,whenitveiledits
meer
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,the
straat
streetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,like
een
afireinaforest;
en
andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,
en
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,instantly
gevangen
caughtandpleasedtheeyeofthepassenger.
Twee
Twodoorsfromonecorner,onthelefthandgoingeastthe
lijn
linewasbrokenbytheentryofacourt;
en
andjustatthatpoint
een
acertainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableon
de
thestreet.
Itwastwostoreys
hoog
high;
showednowindow,nothingbut
een
adooronthelowerstorey
en
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredwallon
de
theupper;
andborein
elk
everyfeature,themarksofprolonged
en
andsordidnegligence.
Thedoor,
die
whichwasequippedwithneitherbellnorknocker,wasblistered
en
anddistained.
Trampsslouchedinto
de
therecessandstruckmatcheson
de
thepanels;
childrenkeptshopupon
de
thesteps;
theschoolboyhad
geprobeerd
triedhisknifeonthemouldings;
en
andforcloseonageneration,noonehadappearedtodrive
weg
awaytheserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.
Mr.
Enfield
en
andthelawyerwereon
de
theothersideoftheby-street;
maar
butwhentheycameabreastof
de
theentry,theformerlifteduphiscane
en
andpointed.
“Didyoueverremark
die
thatdoor?”
heasked;
and
toen
whenhiscompanionhadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”added
hij
he,“withaveryoddstory.”
“Indeed?”
zei
saidMr.Utterson,withaslight
verandering
changeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”
“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwas
kwam
cominghomefromsomeplaceatthe
einde
endoftheworld,about
drie
threeo’clockofablackwintermorning,
en
andmywaylaythrough
een
apartoftownwhere
er
therewasliterallynothingtobe
zien
seenbutlamps.
Streetafter
straat
streetandallthefolksasleep—street
na
afterstreet,alllightedupasiffor
een
aprocessionandallasemptyas
een
achurch—tillatlastIgotinto
die
thatstateofmindwhen
een
amanlistensandlistens
en
andbeginstolongfor
het
thesightofapoliceman.
Allatonce,I
zag
sawtwofigures:
onea
kleine
littlemanwhowasstumping
langs
alongeastwardatagood
wandeling
walk,andtheothera
meisje
girlofmaybeeightor
tien
tenwhowasrunningas
hard
hardasshewasabledownacrossstreet.
Nou
Well,sir,thetworaninto
een
oneanothernaturallyenoughat
de
thecorner;
andthencamethehorrible
deel
partofthething;
forthe
man
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’s
lichaam
bodyandleftherscreamingontheground.
It
klinkt
soundsnothingtohear,butitwashellishto
zien
see.
Itwasn’tlikea
man
man;
itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
I
gaf
gaveafewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,
en
andbroughthimbackto
waar
wheretherewasalreadyquite
een
agroupaboutthescreaming
kind
child.
Hewasperfectlycool
en
andmadenoresistance,but
gaf
gavemeonelook,sougly
dat
thatitbroughtoutthesweatonme
als
likerunning.
Thepeoplewhohadturnedoutwerethegirl’s
eigen
ownfamily;
andprettysoon,
de
thedoctor,forwhomshehadbeen
gestuurd
sentputinhisappearance.
Nou
Well,thechildwasnot
veel
muchtheworse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;
en
andthereyoumighthavesupposed
zou
wouldbeanendto
het
it.
Buttherewasonecuriouscircumstance.
I
had
hadtakenaloathingtomygentlemanat
eerste
firstsight.
Sohadthechild’s
familie
family,whichwasonlynatural.
Maar
Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruck
me
me.
Hewastheusualcut
en
anddryapothecary,ofnoparticularage
en
andcolour,withastrongEdinburghaccent
en
andaboutasemotionalas
een
abagpipe.
Well,sir,hewas
als
liketherestofus;
everytimehe
keek
lookedatmyprisoner,I
zag
sawthatsawbonesturnsick
en
andwhitewiththedesireto
doden
killhim.
Iknewwhatwasinhis
geest
mind,justasheknewwhatwasin
de mijne
mine;
andkillingbeingoutof
het
thequestion,wedidthe
volgende
nextbest.
Wetoldthe
man
manwecouldandwould
maken
makesuchascandaloutofthisasshould
maken
makehisnamestinkfrom
ene
oneendofLondontothe
andere
other.
Ifhehadanyfriends
of
oranycredit,weundertook
dat
thatheshouldlosethem.
En
Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitin
rood
redhot,wewerekeepingthewomen
af
offhimasbestwecouldfortheywereaswildasharpies.
Inever
gezien
sawacircleofsuchhatefulfaces;
en
andtherewasthemaninthemiddle,
met
withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtoo,I
kon
couldseethat—butcarryingitoff,
meneer
sir,reallylikeSatan.
‘Ifyouchoosetomakecapitaloutof
dit
thisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.
Geen
Nogentlemanbutwishestoavoid
een
ascene,’sayshe.
‘Nameyourfigure.’
Nou
Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’s
familie
family;
hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostickout;
maar
buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofus
dat
thatmeantmischief,andatlasthestruck.
Het
Thenextthingwasto
krijgen
getthemoney;
andwheredoyou
denk
thinkhecarriedusbuttothat
plaats
placewiththedoor?—whippedoutakey,
ging
wentin,andpresentlycame
terug
backwiththematterof
tien
tenpoundsingoldandachequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearer
en
andsignedwithanamethatIcan’tmention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmy
verhaal
story,butitwasa
naam
nameatleastverywellknown
en
andoftenprinted.
Thefigurewasstiff;
maar
butthesignaturewasgoodfor
meer
morethanthatifitwas
alleen
onlygenuine.
Itookthelibertyofpointing
uit
outtomygentlemanthatthe
hele
wholebusinesslookedapocryphal,and
dat
thatamandoesnot,in
echte
reallife,walkintoacellardoorat
vier
fourinthemorningand
komen
comeoutwithanotherman’schequeforcloseupon
een
ahundredpounds.
Buthewasquite
gemakkelijk
easyandsneering.
‘Setyourmindatrest,’
zegt
sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanks
openen
openandcashthechequemyself.’Soweallsetoff,the
dokter
doctor,andthechild’sfather,
en
andourfriendandmyself,
en
andpassedtherestofthe
nacht
nightinmychambers;
and
volgende
nextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,
ging
wentinabodyto
de
thebank.
Igaveinthechequemyself,
en
andsaidIhadevery
reden
reasontobelieveitwas
een
aforgery.
Notabitofit.
De
Thechequewasgenuine.”
“Tut-tut!”
zei
saidMr.Utterson.
“Iseeyou
voelt
feelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.
“Yes,it’s
een
abadstory.
Formy
man
manwasafellowthat
niemand
nobodycouldhavetodo
met
with,areallydamnableman;
en
andthepersonthatdrewthechequeistheverypinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtoo,
en
and(whatmakesitworse)
een
oneofyourfellowswho
doen
dowhattheycallgood.
Blackmail,Isuppose;
een
anhonestmanpayingthrough
de
thenoseforsomeof
de
thecapersofhisyouth.
BlackMailHouseiswhatI
noem
calltheplacewiththe
deur
door,inconsequence.
Thougheven
dat
that,youknow,isfarfromexplainingall,”headded,
en
andwiththewordsfellinto
een
aveinofmusing.
FromthishewasrecalledbyMr.Utterson
vragen
askingrathersuddenly:
“Andyoudon’t
weet
knowifthedrawerof
de
thechequelivesthere?”
“Alikely
plek
place,isn’tit?”
returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButI
toevallig
happentohavenoticedhisaddress;
helivesinsomesquare
of
orother.”
“Andyounever
gevraagd
askedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”
zei
saidMr.Utterson.
“No,sir;
I
had
hadadelicacy,”wasthereply.
“Ifeel
erg
verystronglyaboutputtingquestions;
itpartakes
te
toomuchofthestyleofthe
dag
dayofjudgment.
Youstart
een
aquestion,andit’slikestarting
een
astone.
Yousitquietlyon
de
thetopofahill;
en
andawaythestonegoes,
starten
startingothers;
andpresentlysomebland
oude
oldbird(thelastyou
zou
wouldhavethoughtof)isknockedonthe
hoofd
headinhisownbackgarden
en
andthefamilyhaveto
veranderen
changetheirname.
Nosir,I
maak
makeitaruleofmine:
the
meer
moreitlookslikeQueer
Street
Street,thelessIask.”
“A
zeer
verygoodrule,too,”said
de
thelawyer.
“ButIhavestudied
de
theplaceformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.
“Itseemsscarcely
een
ahouse.
Thereisno
andere
otherdoor,andnobodygoesin
of
oroutofthatone
maar
but,onceinagreatwhile,
de
thegentlemanofmyadventure.
Er
Therearethreewindowslookingonthecourtonthe
eerste
firstfloor;
nonebelow;
thewindowsare
altijd
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.
En
Andthenthereisachimney
die
whichisgenerallysmoking;
so
iemand
somebodymustlivethere.
And
toch
yetit’snotsosure;
forthebuildingsaresopacked
elkaar
togetheraboutthecourt,thatit’s
moeilijk
hardtosaywhereoneends
en
andanotherbegins.”
Thepair
liep
walkedonagainfora
tijdje
whileinsilence;
andthen“Enfield,”
zei
saidMr.Utterson,“that’sa
goede
goodruleofyours.”
“Yes,I
denk
thinkitis,”returnedEnfield.
“Butforallthat,”continued
de
thelawyer,“there’sonepointI
wil
wanttoask.
Iwantto
vragen
askthenameofthat
man
manwhowalkedoverthechild.”
“Well,”
zei
saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’t
zien
seewhatharmitwould
doen
do.
Itwasamanofthe
naam
nameofHyde.”
“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.
“Whatsortof
een
amanishetosee?”
“Heisnoteasytodescribe.
Er
Thereissomethingwrongwithhisappearance;
iets
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.
Inever
gezien
sawamanIsodisliked,
en
andyetIscarceknow
waarom
why.
Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
he
geeft
givesastrongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecify
het
thepoint.
He’sanextraordinarylooking
man
man,andyetIreally
kan
cannamenothingoutof
de
theway.
No,sir;
I
kan
canmakenohandofit;
Ican’tdescribe
hem
him.
Andit’snotwantofmemory;
forIdeclareI
kan
canseehimthismoment.”
Mr.
Utterson
weer
againwalkedsomewayinsilence
en
andobviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.
“Youare
zeker
sureheusedakey?”
heinquiredatlast.
“My
beste
dearsir...”
beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”
zei
saidUtterson;
“Iknowitmustseemstrange.
The
feit
factis,ifIdonot
vraag
askyouthenameofthe
andere
otherparty,itisbecauseI
weet
knowitalready.
Yousee,Richard,yourtalehas
gegaan
gonehome.
Ifyouhavebeeninexactinany
punt
pointyouhadbettercorrectit.”
“I
denk
thinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returned
de
theotherwithatouchofsullenness.
“ButIhavebeenpedanticallyexact,asyou
noemt
callit.
Thefellowhad
een
akey;
andwhat’smore,he
heeft
hasitstill.
Isawhim
gebruiken
useitnotaweekago.”
Mr.
Uttersonsigheddeeply
maar
butsaidneveraword;
en
andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.
“Hereisanotherlessonto
zei
saynothing,”saidhe.
“Iamashamedofmy
lange
longtongue.
Letusmake
een
abargainnevertorefertothisagain.”
“Withallmyheart,”
zei
saidthelawyer.
SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
Die
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespirits
en
andsatdowntodinner
zonder
withoutrelish.
Itwashiscustomof
een
aSunday,whenthismealwasover,to
zitten
sitclosebythefire,
een
avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,
totdat
untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrangoutthe
uur
houroftwelve,whenhe
zou
wouldgosoberlyandgratefullyto
bed
bed.
Onthisnighthowever,assoonas
de
theclothwastakenaway,he
nam
tookupacandleand
ging
wentintohisbusinessroom.
Daar
Thereheopenedhissafe,
nam
tookfromthemostprivate
deel
partofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWill
en
andsatdownwithacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.
Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Uttersonthoughhe
nam
tookchargeofitnowthatitwas
maken
made,hadrefusedtolendtheleastassistanceinthe
maken
makingofit;
itprovidednotonly
dat
that,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,
al
allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friend
en
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”but
dat
thatincaseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearance
of
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodexceeding
drie
threecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydeshouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sshoes
zonder
withoutfurtherdelayandfreefromanyburthen
of
orobligationbeyondthepaymentofa
paar
fewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.
Dit
Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.
Itoffendedhim
zowel
bothasalawyerandas
een
aloverofthesane
en
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.
En
AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hyde
die
thathadswelledhisindignation;
nu
now,byasuddenturn,itwashisknowledge.
Itwas
al
alreadybadenoughwhenthe
naam
namewasbutanameofwhichhe
kon
couldlearnnomore.
Itwasworse
toen
whenitbegantobeclothedupon
met
withdetestableattributes;
andoutof
de
theshifting,insubstantialmiststhat
had
hadsolongbaffledhiseye,
er
thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentof
een
afiend.
“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”he
zei
said,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthe
kluis
safe,“andnowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”
With
die
thatheblewouthiscandle,puton
een
agreatcoat,andsetforthin
de
thedirectionofCavendishSquare,
die
thatcitadelofmedicine,wherehis
vriend
friend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,
had
hadhishouseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.
“If
iemand
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”he
had
hadthought.
Thesolemnbutler
kende
knewandwelcomedhim;