STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthelawyerwasa
mies
manofaruggedcountenancethatwaskoskaan
neverlightedbyasmile;kylmä
cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;backwardinsentiment;
lean,
pitkä
long,dusty,drearyandyetsomehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
ja
andwhenthewinewastohistaste,jotain
somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;jotain
somethingindeedwhichneverfounditswayintohispuhunut
talk,butwhichspokenotvain
onlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerface,mutta
butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhislife.Hewasausterewithhimself;
joi
drankginwhenhewasyksin
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre,
ollut
hadnotcrossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.Mutta
Buthehadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;toisinaan
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthehighpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;ja
andinanyextremityinclinedtoauttamaan
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedto
sanoi
sayquaintly:“Iletmybrother
mennä
gotothedevilinhisownway.”Inthischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortunetobethelastreputableacquaintanceandthelast
hyvä
goodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.Andtosuchasthese,so
kauan
longastheycameabouthischambers,hekoskaan
nevermarkedashadeofchangeinhisdemeanour.Nodoubtthefeatwas
helppoa
easytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthebest,and
jopa
evenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinasimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthemarkofamodest
miehen
mantoaccepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;andthatwasthelawyer’s
tapa
way.Hisfriendswerethoseofhisownblood
tai
orthosewhomhehadknownthelongest;hisaffections,likeivy,werethegrowthof
ajan
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Hence,nodoubtthebondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,thewell-known
miehen
manabouttown.Itwasanuttocrackformany,what
nämä
thesetwocouldseeineachother,tai
orwhatsubjecttheycouldlöysivät
findincommon.Itwasreportedbythose
jotka
whoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,että
thattheysaidnothing,lookedsingularlydullandwouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceofafriend.Forallthat,the
kaksi
twomenputthegreateststorebytheseexcursions,countedthemthechiefjewelofeachweek,andnotvain
onlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,mutta
butevenresistedthecallsofbusiness,thattheyvoisivat
mightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeoftheserambles
että
thattheirwayledthemdownaby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.Thestreetwas
pieni
smallandwhatiscalledhiljainen
quiet,butitdroveathrivingtradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
kaikki
alldoingwell,itseemedandkaikki
allemulouslyhopingtodobetterstill,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;sothattheshopfronts
seisoi
stoodalongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,kuin
likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Jopa
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsmorefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,thekatu
streetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,kuin
likeafireinaforest;andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,instantlycaughtandpleasedtheeyeofthepassenger.
Kaksi
Twodoorsfromonecorner,ontheleftkädellä
handgoingeastthelinewasbrokenbytheentryofacourt;and
juuri
justatthatpointacertainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableonthestreet.Itwas
kaksi
twostoreyshigh;showednowindow,
mitään
nothingbutadooronthelowerstoreyandablindforeheadofdiscolouredwallontheupper;andboreineveryfeature,themarksofprolongedandsordidnegligence.
The
ovi
door,whichwasequippedwithneitherbellnorknocker,wasblisteredja
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
ja
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;lapset
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;theschoolboy
oli
hadtriedhisknifeonthemouldings;andforcloseonageneration,
ei
noonehadappearedtodrivepois
awaytheserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfieldandthelawyerwereontheother
puolella
sideoftheby-street;but
kun
whentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformerlifteduphiscaneandpointed.“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
he
kysyi
asked;andwhenhiscompanion
oli
hadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedhän
he,“withaveryoddstory.”“Indeed?”
sanoi
saidMr.Utterson,withaslightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascoming
kotiin
homefromsomeplaceattheendofthemaailman
world,aboutthreeo’clockofa
ablackwintermorning,andmywaylayläpi
throughapartoftownjossa
wheretherewasliterallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.Kadun
Streetafterstreetandallthefolksasleep—streetjälkeen
afterstreet,alllightedupasifforaprocessionandkaikki
allasemptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintothatstateofmindwhenamies
manlistensandlistensandbeginstolongforthesightofapoliceman.Allatonce,I
näin
sawtwofigures:onea
pieni
littlemanwhowasstumpingpitkin
alongeastwardatagoodwalk,andtheotheratyttö
girlofmaybeeightortenjoka
whowasrunningashardasshewasabledownacrossstreet.No
Well,sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturallyenoughatthecorner;andthen
tuli
camethehorriblepartofthething;forthe
mies
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’sruumiin
bodyandleftherscreamingontheground.Itsoundsnothingtohear,
mutta
butitwashellishtonähdä
see.Itwasn’tlikea
mies
man;itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
Igavea
muutaman
fewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,ja
andbroughthimbacktojossa
wheretherewasalreadyquiteagroupaboutthescreamingchild.Hewasperfectly
viileä
coolandmadenoresistance,mutta
butgavemeonelook,souglyettä
thatitbroughtoutthesweatonmekuin
likerunning.Thepeoplewho
olivat
hadturnedoutwerethegirl’sownfamily;ja
andprettysoon,thedoctor,forwhomsheoli
hadbeensentputinhisappearance.No
Well,thechildwasnotpaljon
muchtheworse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;ja
andthereyoumighthavesupposedwouldbeanendtosen
it.Buttherewasonecuriouscircumstance.
I
olin
hadtakenaloathingtomygentlemanatfirstsight.So
oli
hadthechild’sfamily,whichwasonlynatural.Mutta
Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruckme.Hewastheusualcutanddryapothecary,ofnoparticularageandcolour,withastrongEdinburghaccentandaboutasemotionalasabagpipe.
Well,sir,hewas
kuin
liketherestofus;joka
everytimehelookedatmyprisoner,Ikatsoi
sawthatsawbonesturnsickja
andwhitewiththedesiretotappaa
killhim.Iknewwhatwasinhismind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;
and
tappaminen
killingbeingoutofthequestion,weteimme
didthenextbest.We
sanoimme
toldthemanwecouldandwouldteemme
makesuchascandaloutoftästä
thisasshouldmakehisnamestinkfromoneendofLondontotheother.Jos
Ifhehadanyfriendstai
oranycredit,weundertookettä
thatheshouldlosethem.Ja
Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitinredhot,wewerepidimme
keepingthewomenoffhimasbestwecouldfortheywereaswildasharpies.I
koskaan
neversawacircleofsuchhatefulfaces;and
siellä
therewasthemaninthemiddle,withakindofmusta
blacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtoo,Ivoisin
couldseethat—butcarryingitpois
off,sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyouchooseto
tehdä
makecapitaloutofthisaccident,’sanoi
saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.Ei
Nogentlemanbutwishestoavoidascene,’sanoo
sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’
No
Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’sfamily;hewould
olisi
haveclearlylikedtostickout;mutta
buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthattarkoitti
meantmischief,andatlasthestruck.Thenextthingwasto
hankkia
getthemoney;andwheredoyouthinkhecarriedus
mutta
buttothatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutakey,meni
wentin,andpresentlycametakaisin
backwiththematterofkymmenen
tenpoundsingoldandachequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearerandallekirjoitettu
signedwithanamethatIcan’tmention,thoughit’syksi
oneofthepointsofmystory,mutta
butitwasanameatainakin
leastverywellknownandoftenprinted.Thefigurewasstiff;
mutta
butthesignaturewasgoodforenemmän
morethanthatifitwasonlygenuine.I
otin
tookthelibertyofpointingulos
outtomygentlemanthatthewholebusinessnäytti
lookedapocryphal,andthatamiehen
mandoesnot,inreallife,walkintoacellardooratfourintheaamulla
morningandcomeoutwithtoisen
anotherman’schequeforcloseuponahundredpounds.Mutta
Buthewasquiteeasyja
andsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’
sanoi
sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopenandcashthechequemyself.’Sowekaikki
allsetoff,thedoctor,andthechild’sisä
father,andourfriendandmyself,andpassedtherestoftheyön
nightinmychambers;andnextday,
kun
whenwehadbreakfasted,wentinabodytothebank.I
annoin
gaveinthechequemyself,ja
andsaidIhadeveryreasontouskoa
believeitwasaforgery.Notabitofit.
Thechequewasgenuine.”
“Tut-tut!”
sanoi
saidMr.Utterson.“Iseeyou
tunnette
feelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.“Yes,it’sa
huono
badstory.Formymanwasafellowthat
kukaan
nobodycouldhavetodokanssa
with,areallydamnableman;andthe
henkilö
personthatdrewthechequeisthehyvin
verypinkoftheproprieties,celebratedmyös
too,and(whatmakesitworse)yksi
oneofyourfellowswhodowhattheycallgood.Blackmail,Isuppose;
anhonest
mies
manpayingthroughthenoseforsomeofthecapersofhisyouth.Musta
BlackMailHouseiswhatIcallthepaikka
placewiththedoor,inconsequence.Thougheventhat,you
tiedät
know,isfarfromexplainingall,”headded,andwiththewordsfellintoaveinofmusing.From
tästä
thishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonkysyi
askingrathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’t
tiedä
knowifthedrawerofthechequelivesthere?”“Alikely
paikka
place,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappento
olen
havenoticedhisaddress;helivesinsomesquareorother.”
“Andyou
koskaan
neveraskedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”sanoi
saidMr.Utterson.“No,sir;
I
oli
hadadelicacy,”wasthereply.“Ifeel
hyvin
verystronglyaboutputtingquestions;itpartakestoomuchofthestyleofthedayofjudgment.
Youstartaquestion,
ja
andit’slikestartingastone.You
istut
sitquietlyonthetopofahill;ja
andawaythestonegoes,aloittaen
startingothers;andpresentlysomebland
vanha
oldbird(thelastyouwouldolisit
havethoughtof)isknockedonthepäähän
headinhisownbackgardenandtheperhe
familyhavetochangetheirname.Ei
Nosir,Imakeitaruleofmine:the
enemmän
moreitlookslikeQueerStreet,thelessIask.”“Avery
hyvä
goodrule,too,”saidthelawyer.“ButI
olen
havestudiedtheplaceformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseemsscarcelyahouse.
Thereisnootherdoor,and
kukaan
nobodygoesinoroutofthatonebut,onceinagreatwhile,thegentlemanofmyadventure.Thereare
kolme
threewindowslookingonthecourtonthefirstfloor;nonebelow;
thewindowsare
aina
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.Ja
Andthenthereisachimneyjoka
whichisgenerallysmoking;so
jonkun
somebodymustlivethere.And
silti
yetit’snotsosure;forthebuildingsaresopackedtogetheraboutthecourt,
että
thatit’shardtosaymissä
whereoneendsandanotherbegins.”Thepair
käveli
walkedonagainforawhileinsilence;andthen“Enfield,”
sanoi
saidMr.Utterson,“that’sahyvä
goodruleofyours.”“Yes,Ithinkitis,”returnedEnfield.
“Butforallthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’s
yksi
onepointIwanttokysyä
ask.Iwanttoaskthe
nimeä
nameofthatmanwhokäveli
walkedoverthechild.”“Well,”
sanoi
saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’tnäe
seewhatharmitwouldtekisi
do.ItwasamanofthenameofHyde.”
“Hm,”
sanoi
saidMr.Utterson.“Whatsortofa
mies
manishetosee?”“Heisnot
helppo
easytodescribe.Thereis
jotain
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;jotain
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.I
koskaan
neversawamanIsodisliked,andyetIscarcetiedä
knowwhy.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
he
antaa
givesastrongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecifythepoint.He’sanextraordinarylooking
mies
man,andyetIreallyvoi
cannamenothingoutoftheway.No,
sir
sir;Icanmakenohandofit;
Ican’tdescribe
häntä
him.Andit’snotwantofmemory;
forIdeclareIcanseehimthismoment.”
Mr.
Utterson
taas
againwalkedsomewayinsilenceandobviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.“Youare
varma
sureheusedakey?”heinquiredatlast.
“My
rakas
dearsir...”beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”
sanoi
saidUtterson;“Iknowit
täytyy
mustseemstrange.Thefact
on
is,ifIdonotkysy
askyouthenameoftheotherparty,itisbecauseItiedän
knowitalready.Yousee,Richard,yourtale
on
hasgonehome.Ifyou
on
havebeeninexactinanypointyouhadparempi
bettercorrectit.”“Ithinkyoumight
olisit
havewarnedme,”returnedtheotherwithatouchofsullenness.“ButIhavebeenpedanticallyexact,asyoucallit.
Thefellow
oli
hadakey;andwhat’smore,he
on
hasitstill.Isawhimuseitnota
viikko
weekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsigheddeeply
mutta
butsaidneveraword;ja
andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.“Hereis
toinen
anotherlessontosaynothing,”saidhän
he.“Iamashamedofmylongtongue.
Letus
tehdään
makeabargainnevertorefertotästä
thisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”
sanoi
saidthelawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncame
kotiin
hometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespiritsja
andsatdowntodinnerwithoutrelish.Itwashiscustomof
a
aSunday,whenthismealwasover,toistua
sitclosebythefire,a
avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,kunnes
untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrangoutthehouroftwelve,whenhewouldmeni
gosoberlyandgratefullytobed.Onthis
iltana
nighthowever,assoonastheclothwasotti
takenaway,hetookupacandleja
andwentintohisbusinessroom.Therehe
avasi
openedhissafe,tookfromthekaikkein
mostprivatepartofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillandistui
satdownwithacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Uttersonthoughhe
otti
tookchargeofitnowthatitwastehty
made,hadrefusedtolendtheleastassistanceinthetehty
makingofit;itprovidednotonly
että
that,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,kaikki
allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friendandbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butettä
thatincaseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearancetai
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydeolisi
shouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sshoesilman
withoutfurtherdelayandfreefromanyburthentai
orobligationbeyondthepaymentofamuutaman
fewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.Tämä
Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.Itoffendedhim
sekä
bothasalawyerandasaloverofthesaneandcustomarysidesofelämän
life,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydethat
oli
hadswelledhisindignation;now,byasuddenturn,itwashisknowledge.
Itwas
jo
alreadybadenoughwhenthenimi
namewasbutanameofwhichhevoinut
couldlearnnomore.Itwasworse
kun
whenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmiststhat
oli
hadsolongbaffledhiseye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofafiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”he
sanoi
said,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“andnyt
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Withthatheblewouthiscandle,putonagreatcoat,andsetforthin
sitä
thedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicine,wherehisfriend,sitä
thegreatDr.Lanyon,hadhishouseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
joku
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadthought.Thesolemnbutler
tunsi
knewandwelcomedhim;