The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Progressive Translation Books for French A2 Students

STORYOFTHEDOOR

Mr.

Uttersonthelawyerwasamanofaruggedcountenancethatwasneverlightedbya

sourire

smile;

cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;

backwardinsentiment;

lean,long,dusty,drearyandyetsomehowlovable.

Atfriendlymeetings,andwhenthe

vin

winewastohistaste,somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhis

œil

eye;

somethingindeedwhichneverfounditswayintohistalk,butwhichspokenotonlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerface,butmore

souvent

oftenandloudlyintheactsofhislife.

Hewasausterewithhimself;

drankginwhenhewasalone,tomortifya

goût

tasteforvintages;

andthoughhe

appréciât

enjoyedthetheatre,hadnot

franchi

crossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.

Buthehadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;

sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthehighpressureofspirits

impliqués

involvedintheirmisdeeds;

andinanyextremityinclinedtohelp

plutôt

ratherthantoreprove.

“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedtosayquaintly:

“Iletmybrothergotothedevilinhisownway.”

Inthischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortunetobethelastreputableacquaintanceandthelastgoodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.

Andtosuchasthese,solongastheycameabouthischambers,henever

marqué

markedashadeofchangeinhisdemeanour.

doute

doubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;

forhewasundemonstrativeatthebest,andevenhisfriendship

semblait

seemedtobefoundedinasimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.

Itisthe

marque

markofamodestmantoaccepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;

andthatwasthelawyer’sway.

Hisfriendswerethoseofhisownbloodorthosewhomhehadknownthelongest;

hisaffections,likeivy,werethegrowthoftime,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.

Hence,no

doute

doubtthebondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,thewell-knownmanabouttown.

Itwasanuttocrackformany,whatthesetwocouldseeineachother,orwhatsubjecttheycouldfindincommon.

Itwas

rapporté

reportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheysaidnothing,lookedsingularlydullandwouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceofafriend.

Forallthat,thetwomenputthegreateststorebytheseexcursions,countedthemthe

principal

chiefjewelofeachweek,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsof

plaisir

pleasure,butevenresistedthecallsofbusiness,thattheymight

profiter

enjoythemuninterrupted.

Itchancedononeoftheseramblesthattheirwayledthemdownaby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.

Thestreetwassmallandwhatiscalledquiet,butitdroveathrivingtradeontheweekdays.

Theinhabitantswerealldoingwell,it

semblait

seemedandallemulouslyhopingtodobetterstill,and

pose

layingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;

sothattheshopfrontsstoodalongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.

EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsmorefloridcharmsandlaycomparatively

vide

emptyofpassage,thestreetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,likeafireinaforest;

andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,instantlycaughtandpleasedtheeyeofthepassenger.

Twodoorsfromonecorner,onthelefthandgoingeastthelinewasbrokenbytheentryofa

cour

court;

andjustatthatpointacertainsinisterblockof

bâtiment

buildingthrustforwarditsgableonthestreet.

Itwastwostoreyshigh;

showedno

fenêtre

window,nothingbutadooronthelowerstoreyanda

aveugle

blindforeheadofdiscolouredwallontheupper;

and

portait

boreineveryfeature,themarksofprolongedandsordidnegligence.

Thedoor,whichwasequippedwithneitherbellnorknocker,wasblisteredanddistained.

Trampsslouchedintotherecessandstruckmatchesonthepanels;

childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;

theschoolboyhadtriedhis

couteau

knifeonthemouldings;

andforcloseonageneration,noonehadappearedtodriveawaytheserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.

Mr.

Enfieldandthelawyerwereontheothersideoftheby-street;

butwhentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformerlifteduphiscaneandpointed.

“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”

heasked;

andwhenhiscompanionhadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedhe,“withaveryoddstory.”

“Indeed?”

saidMr.Utterson,withaslightchangeof

voix

voice,“andwhatwasthat?”

“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:

“Iwascominghomefromsomeplaceattheendoftheworld,aboutthreeo’clockofablackwintermorning,andmywaylaythroughapartoftownwheretherewasliterallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.

Streetafterstreetandallthefolksasleep—streetafterstreet,alllightedupasifforaprocessionandallas

vides

emptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintothat

état

stateofmindwhenamanlistensandlistensand

commence

beginstolongforthesightofapoliceman.

Allatonce,Isawtwofigures:

onealittlemanwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodwalk,andtheotheragirlofmaybe

huit

eightortenwhowasrunningashardasshewasabledownacrossstreet.

Well,sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturallyenoughatthecorner;

andthencamethehorriblepartofthething;

forthemantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’sbodyandleftherscreamingonthe

terre

ground.

Itsoundsnothingtohear,butitwashellishtosee.

Itwasn’tlikeaman;

itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.

Igaveafewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,andbroughthimbacktowheretherewasalreadyquitea

groupe

groupaboutthescreamingchild.

Hewasperfectlycoolandmadenoresistance,butgavemeonelook,so

laid

uglythatitbroughtoutthesweatonmelikerunning.

Thepeoplewhohadturnedoutwerethegirl’sownfamily;

andprettysoon,thedoctor,forwhomshehadbeensentputinhisappearance.

Well,thechildwasnotmuchthe

pire

worse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;

andthereyoumighthave

supposer

supposedwouldbeanendtoit.

Buttherewasonecuriouscircumstance.

Ihadtakenaloathingtomygentlemanatfirstsight.

Sohadthechild’sfamily,whichwasonlynatural.

Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruckme.

Hewastheusualcutanddryapothecary,ofnoparticular

âge

ageandcolour,witha

fort

strongEdinburghaccentandaboutasemotionalasabagpipe.

Well,sir,hewasliketherestofus;

everytimehelookedatmyprisoner,Isawthatsawbonesturnsickandwhitewiththedesiretokillhim.

Iknewwhatwasinhismind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;

andkillingbeingoutofthequestion,wedidthenextbest.

WetoldthemanwecouldandwouldmakesuchascandaloutofthisasshouldmakehisnamestinkfromoneendofLondontotheother.

Ifhehadanyfriendsoranycredit,weundertookthatheshouldlosethem.

Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitinredhot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasbestwecouldfortheywereaswildasharpies.

Ineversawacircleofsuchhatefulfaces;

andtherewasthemaninthe

milieu

middle,withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtoo,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,sir,reallylikeSatan.

‘Ifyou

choisissez

choosetomakecapitaloutofthisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.

Nogentlemanbutwishestoavoidascene,’sayshe.

‘Nameyourfigure.’Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’sfamily;

hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostickout;

buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantmischief,andatlasthestruck.

Thenextthingwastogetthemoney;

andwheredoyouthinkhe

porte

carriedusbuttothatplacewiththedoor?—whippedouta

clé

key,wentin,andpresentlycamebackwiththematteroftenpoundsin

goldandachequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearerandsignedwithanamethatIcan’t

mentionner

mention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmystory,butitwasanameatleastverywellknownand

souvent

oftenprinted.

Thefigurewasstiff;

butthesignaturewasgoodformorethanthatifitwasonlygenuine.

Itookthelibertyofpointingouttomygentlemanthatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,andthatamandoesnot,inreallife,walkintoacellardooratfourinthemorningandcomeoutwithanotherman’schequeforcloseupona

cent

hundredpounds.

Buthewasquiteeasyandsneering.

‘Setyourmindatrest,’sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopenandcashthechequemyself.’Soweallsetoff,thedoctor,andthechild’sfather,andourfriendandmyself,and

passé

passedtherestofthenightinmychambers;

andnextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,wentinabodytothe

banque

bank.

Igaveinthechequemyself,andsaidIhadeveryreasontobelieveitwasaforgery.

Notabitofit.

Thechequewasgenuine.”

“Tut-tut!”

saidMr.Utterson.

“IseeyoufeelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.

“Yes,it’sabadstory.

Formymanwasafellowthatnobodycouldhavetodowith,areallydamnableman;

andthepersonthatdrewthechequeistheverypinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtoo,and(whatmakesitworse)oneofyourfellowswhodowhattheycallgood.

Blackmail,I

suppose

suppose;

anhonestmanpayingthroughthe

nez

noseforsomeofthecapersofhisyouth.

BlackMailHouseiswhatIcalltheplacewiththedoor,inconsequence.

Thougheventhat,youknow,isfarfromexplainingall,”headded,andwiththewordsfellintoaveinofmusing.

FromthishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonasking

plutôt

rathersuddenly:

“Andyoudon’tknowifthedrawerofthechequelivesthere?”

“Alikelyplace,isn’tit?”

returnedMr.Enfield.

“ButIhappentohave

remarqué

noticedhisaddress;

helivesinsomesquareorother.”

“Andyouneveraskedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”

saidMr.Utterson.

“No,sir;

Ihadadelicacy,”wasthereply.

“Ifeelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;

itpartakestoomuchofthestyleofthedayofjudgment.

Youstartaquestion,andit’slikestartingastone.

Yousitquietlyonthetopofahill;

andawaythestonegoes,startingothers;

andpresentlysomeblandoldbird(thelastyouwouldhavethoughtof)is

frappé

knockedontheheadinhisownbackgardenandthefamilyhavetochangetheirname.

Nosir,Imakeitaruleofmine:

themoreitlookslikeQueerStreet,the

moins

lessIask.”

“Averygoodrule,too,”saidthelawyer.

“ButIhave

étudié

studiedtheplaceformyself,”

poursuivi

continuedMr.Enfield.

“Itseemsscarcelyahouse.

Thereisnootherdoor,andnobodygoesinoroutofthatonebut,onceinagreatwhile,thegentlemanofmyadventure.

Therearethreewindowslookingonthe

cour

courtonthefirstfloor;

aucun

nonebelow;

thewindowsarealwaysshutbutthey’reclean.

Andthenthereisachimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;

sosomebodymustlivethere.

Andyetit’snotsosure;

forthebuildingsaresopackedtogetheraboutthe

cour

court,thatit’shardtosaywhereoneendsandanotherbegins.”

Thepairwalkedonagainforawhileinsilence;

andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’sagood

règle

ruleofyours.”

“Yes,Ithinkitis,”returnedEnfield.

“Butforallthat,”

poursuivi

continuedthelawyer,“there’sonepointIwanttoask.

Iwanttoaskthenameofthatmanwhowalkedoverthechild.”

“Well,”saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’tseewhatharmitwoulddo.

ItwasamanofthenameofHyde.”

“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.

“Whatsortofamanishetosee?”

“Heisnoteasytodescribe.

Thereissomethingwrongwithhisappearance;

somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.

IneversawamanIsodisliked,andyetIscarceknowwhy.

Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;

hegivesastrongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecifythepoint.

He’sanextraordinarylookingman,andyetIreallycannamenothingoutoftheway.

No,sir;

Icanmakenohandofit;

Ican’tdescribehim.

Andit’snotwantof

mémoire

memory;

forIdeclareIcanseehimthismoment.”

Mr.

Uttersonagainwalkedsomewayinsilenceand

évidemment

obviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.

“Youaresureheusedakey?”

heinquiredatlast.

“Mydearsir...”

commencé

beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.

“Yes,Iknow,”saidUtterson;

“Iknowitmust

sembler

seemstrange.

Thefactis,ifIdonotaskyouthenameoftheotherparty,itisbecauseIknowitalready.

Yousee,Richard,yourtalehasgonehome.

Ifyouhavebeeninexactinanypointyouhadbettercorrectit.”

“Ithinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedtheotherwithatouchofsullenness.

“ButIhavebeenpedanticallyexact,asyoucallit.

Thefellowhada

clé

key;

andwhat’smore,hehasitstill.

Isawhimuseitnotaweekago.”

Mr.

Uttersonsigheddeeplybutsaidneveraword;

andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.

“Hereisanotherlessontosaynothing,”saidhe.

“Iamashamedofmylongtongue.

Letusmakeabargainnevertorefertothisagain.”

“Withallmyheart,”saidthelawyer.

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SEARCHFORMR.HYDE

ThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespiritsandsatdowntodinnerwithoutrelish.

ItwashiscustomofaSunday,whenthismealwasover,tositclosebythefire,avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurch

sonne

rangoutthehouroftwelve,whenhewouldgosoberlyandgratefullytobed.

Onthisnight

cependant

however,assoonastheclothwastakenaway,hetookupacandleandwentintohisbusinessroom.

Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthemostprivatepartofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillandsatdownwithacloudedbrowto

étudier

studyitscontents.

Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Uttersonthoughhetook

chargé

chargeofitnowthatitwasmade,hadrefusedtolendtheleastassistanceinthemakingofit;

itprovidednotonlythat,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,allhispossessionswereto

passer

passintothehandsofhis“friendandbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatincaseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceorunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydeshouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’s

chaussures

shoeswithoutfurtherdelayandfreefromanyburthenorobligationbeyondthepaymentofafewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.

Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.

Itoffendedhimbothasalawyerandasaloverofthesaneandcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.

AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydethathadswelledhisindignation;

now,byasuddenturn,itwashisknowledge.

Itwasalreadybadenoughwhenthenamewasbutanameofwhichhecould

apprendre

learnnomore.

Itwas

pire

worsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;

andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmiststhathadsolongbaffledhis

œil

eye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofafiend.

“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”hesaid,ashereplacedtheobnoxious

papier

paperinthesafe,“andnowI

commence

begintofearitisdisgrace.”

Withthatheblewouthiscandle,putonagreatcoat,andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicine,wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,hadhishouseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.

“Ifanyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadthought.

Thesolemnbutlerknewandwelcomedhim;

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