STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthe
वकील
lawyerwasamanofएक
aruggedcountenancethatwasneverlightedbyएक
asmile;cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;
backwardinsentiment;
lean,long,
धूल
dusty,drearyandyetsomehowlovable.At
दोस्ताना
friendlymeetings,andwhentheशराब
winewastohistaste,कुछ
somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;कुछ
somethingindeedwhichneverfounditsरास्ता
wayintohistalk,butजो
whichspokenotonlyinइन
thesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerचेहरे
face,butmoreoftenandजोर
loudlyintheactsofhisजीवन
life.Hewasausterewithhimself;
drankgin
जब
whenhewasalone,tomortifyaस्वाद
tasteforvintages;andthoughheenjoyedthe
रंगमंच
theatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.लेकिन
Buthehadanapprovedसहिष्णुता
toleranceforothers;sometimeswondering,
लगभग
almostwithenvy,attheउच्च
highpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;और
andinanyextremityinclinedtoमदद
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedtosayquaintly:
“I
जाने
letmybrothergototheशैतान
devilinhisownway.”Inthis
चरित्र
character,itwasfrequentlyhisभाग्य
fortunetobethelastreputableपरिचित
acquaintanceandthelastgoodप्रभाव
influenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.और
Andtosuchasthese,solongastheycameabouthischambers,henevermarkedaछाया
shadeofchangeinhisdemeanour.No
संदेह
doubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthe
सबसे अच्छा
best,andevenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinएक
asimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthe
चिह्न
markofamodestmantoस्वीकार
accepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofअवसर
opportunity;andthatwasthelawyer’s
तरीका
way.Hisfriendswerethoseofhis
स्वयं
ownbloodorthosewhomhehadknownthelongest;hisaffections,
तरह
likeivy,werethegrowthofसमय
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheवस्तु
object.Hence,nodoubtthe
बंधन
bondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisदूर
distantkinsman,thewell-knownmanaboutशहर
town.Itwasanuttocrackfor
कई
many,whatthesetwocouldseeineachदूसरे
other,orwhatsubjecttheycouldfindincommon.Itwasreportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheir
रविवार
Sundaywalks,thattheysaidकुछ
nothing,lookedsingularlydullandwouldhailसाथ
withobviousrelieftheappearanceofएक
afriend.Forallthat,
को
thetwomenputthegreateststorebyइन
theseexcursions,countedthemtheमुख्य
chiefjewelofeachweek,और
andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,butभी
evenresistedthecallsofव्यापार
business,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeof
इन
theseramblesthattheirwayledthemdownaby-streetinaव्यस्त
busyquarterofLondon.The
सड़क
streetwassmallandwhatiscalledशांत
quiet,butitdroveathrivingव्यापार
tradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
सभी
alldoingwell,itseemedऔर
andallemulouslyhopingtoकर
dobetterstill,andlayingबाहर
outthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
उस
thattheshopfrontsstoodalongउस
thatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,तरह
likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Evenon
रविवार
Sunday,whenitveileditsmorefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyखाली
emptyofpassage,thestreetshoneoutinविपरीत
contrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,जैसे
likeafireinaजंगल
forest;andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,
और
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofनोट
note,instantlycaughtandpleasedको
theeyeofthepassenger.दो
Twodoorsfromonecorner,onthelefthandgoingपूर्व
eastthelinewasbrokenbytheप्रवेश
entryofacourt;andjustatthatpoint
एक
acertainsinisterblockofइमारत
buildingthrustforwarditsgableonको
thestreet.Itwastwostoreyshigh;
showedno
खिड़की
window,nothingbutadooronthelowerstoreyऔर
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredदीवार
wallontheupper;andborein
हर
everyfeature,themarksofprolongedऔर
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
जो
whichwasequippedwithneitherघंटी
bellnorknocker,wasblisteredऔर
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
और
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;
को
theschoolboyhadtriedhisचाकू
knifeonthemouldings;andforcloseona
पीढ़ी
generation,noonehadappearedtodriveदूर
awaytheserandomvisitorsortoमरम्मत
repairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
और
andthelawyerwereontheothersideoftheby-street;लेकिन
butwhentheycameabreastoftheप्रवेश
entry,theformerlifteduphisछड़ी
caneandpointed.“Didyoueverremark
उस
thatdoor?”heasked;
and
जब
whenhiscompanionhadrepliedintheसकारात्मक
affirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedhe,“withaबहुत
veryoddstory.”“Indeed?”
saidMr.Utterson,
साथ
withaslightchangeofआवाज
voice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascoming
घर
homefromsomeplaceattheअंत
endoftheworld,aboutतीन
threeo’clockofablackसर्दियों
wintermorning,andmywaylaythroughapartofशहर
townwheretherewasliterallynothingtobeseenलेकिन
butlamps.Streetafterstreet
और
andallthefolksasleep—streetबाद
afterstreet,alllightedupasifforएक
aprocessionandallasखाली
emptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintothatस्थिति
stateofmindwhenaआदमी
manlistensandlistensandbeginstolongfortheदृष्टि
sightofapoliceman.Allatonce,Isaw
दो
twofigures:onealittle
आदमी
manwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodwalk,और
andtheotheragirlofmaybeआठ
eightortenwhowasrunningashardasshewasableनीचे
downacrossstreet.Well,
सर
sir,thetworanintoएक
oneanothernaturallyenoughattheकोने
corner;andthencamethe
भयानक
horriblepartofthething;forthe
आदमी
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’sशरीर
bodyandleftherscreamingontheजमीन
ground.Itsoundsnothingto
सुनने
hear,butitwashellishtoदेखने
see.Itwasn’tlikea
आदमी
man;itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
Igavea
कुछ
fewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmyसज्जन
gentleman,andbroughthimbacktoजहां
wheretherewasalreadyquiteaसमूह
groupaboutthescreamingchild.Hewasperfectly
शांत
coolandmadenoresistance,लेकिन
butgavemeonelook,soबदसूरत
uglythatitbroughtoutthesweatonmelikerunning.Thepeople
जो
whohadturnedoutwerethegirl’sअपने
ownfamily;andprettysoon,the
डॉक्टर
doctor,forwhomshehadbeensentडाल
putinhisappearance.Well,thechildwasnotmuchthe
बदतर
worse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;और
andthereyoumighthavesupposedwouldbeanendtoयह
it.Buttherewasone
जिज्ञासु
curiouscircumstance.Ihadtakenaloathingtomy
सज्जन
gentlemanatfirstsight.Sohadthechild’s
परिवार
family,whichwasonlynatural.लेकिन
Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruckमुझे
me.Hewastheusualcut
और
anddryapothecary,ofnoविशेष
particularageandcolour,withaमजबूत
strongEdinburghaccentandaboutasभावनात्मक
emotionalasabagpipe.Well,
श्रीमान
sir,hewasliketheबाकी
restofus;everytimehelookedatmy
कैदी
prisoner,Isawthatsawbonesturnबीमार
sickandwhitewiththeइच्छा
desiretokillhim.Iknewwhatwasinhis
मन
mind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;और
andkillingbeingoutoftheसवाल
question,wedidthenextसबसे अच्छा
best.Wetoldthemanwecould
और
andwouldmakesuchascandaloutofइस
thisasshouldmakehisनाम
namestinkfromoneendofLondontotheदूसरे
other.Ifhehadanyfriends
या
oranycredit,weundertookकि
thatheshouldlosethem.और
Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitinलाल
redhot,wewerekeepingको
thewomenoffhimasbestwecouldfortheywereasजंगली
wildasharpies.Ineversawacircleofsuch
घृणित
hatefulfaces;andtherewasthe
आदमी
maninthemiddle,withएक
akindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedभी
too,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,श्रीमान
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyou
चुनते
choosetomakecapitaloutofइस
thisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamस्वाभाविक
naturallyhelpless.Nogentlemanbutwishestoavoidascene,’
कहता
sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’Well,wescrewedhim
तक
uptoahundredpoundsforthechild’sपरिवार
family;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostick
बाहर
out;buttherewassomething
बारे
aboutthelotofusthatmeantmischief,और
andatlasthestruck.Thenext
बात
thingwastogettheपैसे
money;andwheredoyou
लगता
thinkhecarriedusbuttothatजगह
placewiththedoor?—whippedoutaकुंजी
key,wentin,andpresentlycameवापस
backwiththematterofदस
tenpoundsingoldandaचेक
chequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletoधारक
bearerandsignedwithaनाम
namethatIcan’tmention,हालांकि
thoughit’soneofthepointsofmyकहानी
story,butitwasaनाम
nameatleastverywellknownऔर
andoftenprinted.Thefigurewas
कठोर
stiff;butthesignaturewas
अच्छा
goodformorethanthatयदि
ifitwasonlygenuine.Itookthe
स्वतंत्रता
libertyofpointingouttomyसज्जन
gentlemanthatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,और
andthatamandoesnot,inवास्तविक
reallife,walkintoaतहखाने
cellardooratfourintheसुबह
morningandcomeoutwithअन्य
anotherman’schequeforcloseuponaसौ
hundredpounds.Buthewas
काफी
quiteeasyandsneering.‘Setyour
मन
mindatrest,’sayshe,‘Iwillstayसाथ
withyoutillthebanksopenऔर
andcashthechequemyself.’Soweसभी
allsetoff,thedoctor,और
andthechild’sfather,andourदोस्त
friendandmyself,andpassedको
therestofthenightinmychambers;और
andnextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,गया
wentinabodytotheबैंक
bank.Igaveinthe
चेक
chequemyself,andsaidIhadहर
everyreasontobelieveitwasएक
aforgery.Notabitofit.
The
चेक
chequewasgenuine.”“Tut-tut!”
saidMr.Utterson.
“Iseeyou
महसूस
feelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.“Yes,it’s
एक
abadstory.Formy
आदमी
manwasafellowthatnobodycouldhavetodoसाथ
with,areallydamnableman;और
andthepersonthatdrewtheचेक
chequeistheverypinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtoo,और
and(whatmakesitworse)एक
oneofyourfellowswhoकरते
dowhattheycallgood.Blackmail,I
लगता
suppose;anhonestmanpayingthroughthe
नाक
noseforsomeofthecapersofhisyouth.ब्लैक
BlackMailHouseiswhatIcalltheजगह
placewiththedoor,inconsequence.यद्यपि
Thougheventhat,youknow,isदूर
farfromexplainingall,”headded,और
andwiththewordsfellintoएक
aveinofmusing.FromthishewasrecalledbyMr.Utterson
पूछा
askingrathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’t
पता
knowifthedraweroftheचेक
chequelivesthere?”“Alikely
जगह
place,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappento
है
havenoticedhisaddress;helivesinsome
वर्ग
squareorother.”“Andyouneverasked
बारे
aboutthe—placewiththedoor?”कहा
saidMr.Utterson.“No,sir;
Ihad
एक
adelicacy,”wasthereply.“I
महसूस
feelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;itpartakestoomuchofthe
शैली
styleofthedayofन्याय
judgment.Youstartaquestion,
और
andit’slikestartingaपत्थर
stone.Yousitquietlyonthe
शीर्ष
topofahill;and
दूर
awaythestonegoes,startingothers;और
andpresentlysomeblandoldपक्षी
bird(thelastyouwouldhaveसोचा
thoughtof)isknockedontheसिर
headinhisownbackबगीचे
gardenandthefamilyhavetochangetheirनाम
name.Nosir,Imakeit
एक
aruleofmine:the
अधिक
moreitlookslikeQueerस्ट्रीट
Street,thelessIask.”“Avery
अच्छा
goodrule,too,”saidtheवकील
lawyer.“ButIhavestudiedthe
जगह
placeformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseemsscarcely
एक
ahouse.Thereisnoother
दरवाजा
door,andnobodygoesinया
oroutofthatoneलेकिन
but,onceinagreatwhile,thegentlemanofmyसाहसिक
adventure.Therearethreewindowslookingon
को
thecourtonthefirstमंजिल
floor;nonebelow;
thewindowsare
हमेशा
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.और
Andthenthereisaचिमनी
chimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;so
किसी
somebodymustlivethere.Andyetit’snotsosure;
forthebuildingsaresopacked
साथ
togetheraboutthecourt,thatit’sमुश्किल
hardtosaywhereoneendsऔर
andanotherbegins.”Thepair
चले
walkedonagainforawhileinsilence;और
andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’sएक
agoodruleofyours.”“Yes,I
लगता
thinkitis,”returnedEnfield.“Butfor
सभी
allthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’sonepointIwanttoपूछना
ask.Iwanttoaskthe
नाम
nameofthatmanwhoचल
walkedoverthechild.”“Well,”
कहा
saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’tseewhatनुकसान
harmitwoulddo.Itwas
एक
amanofthenameofHyde.”“Hm,”
कहा
saidMr.Utterson.“Whatsortofa
आदमी
manishetosee?”“Heisnot
आसान
easytodescribe.Thereis
कुछ
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;कुछ
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.Ineversawa
आदमी
manIsodisliked,andyetIscarceपता
knowwhy.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
hegives
एक
astrongfeelingofdeformity,हालांकि
althoughIcouldn’tspecifytheबिंदु
point.He’sanextraordinarylooking
आदमी
man,andyetIreallycanनाम
namenothingoutoftheway.नहीं
No,sir;Icanmakeno
हाथ
handofit;Ican’t
वर्णन
describehim.Andit’snotwantof
स्मृति
memory;forIdeclareIcanseehim
इस
thismoment.”Mr.
Uttersonagain
चला
walkedsomewayinsilenceऔर
andobviouslyunderaweightofविचार
consideration.“Youaresureheusedakey?”
heinquiredatlast.
“My
प्यारे
dearsir...”beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”
कहा
saidUtterson;“Iknowitmust
लग
seemstrange.Thefactis,
अगर
ifIdonotaskyoutheनाम
nameoftheotherparty,itisक्योंकि
becauseIknowitalready.You
देखते
see,Richard,yourtalehasgoneघर
home.Ifyouhavebeeninexactin
किसी
anypointyouhadbetterठीक
correctit.”“Ithinkyoumight
है
havewarnedme,”returnedtheदूसरे
otherwithatouchofsullenness.“ButIhavebeenpedantically
सटीक
exact,asyoucallit.Thefellowhad
एक
akey;andwhat’smore,hehasit
अभी भी
still.Isawhimuseitnot
एक
aweekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsigheddeeply
लेकिन
butsaidneveraword;और
andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.“Hereisanother
सबक
lessontosaynothing,”saidhe.“Iam
शर्म
ashamedofmylongtongue.चलो
Letusmakeabargainnevertoसंदर्भित
refertothisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”saidthe
वकील
lawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
उस
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespiritsऔर
andsatdowntodinnerबिना
withoutrelish.Itwashiscustomof
एक
aSunday,whenthismealwasover,tositclosebytheआग
fire,avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingमेज
desk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringचर्च
churchrangoutthehouroftwelve,जब
whenhewouldgosoberlyऔर
andgratefullytobed.On
इस
thisnighthowever,assoonasको
theclothwastakenaway,hetookupएक
acandleandwentintohisbusinessकमरे
room.Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthe
सबसे
mostprivatepartofitएक
adocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillऔर
andsatdownwithacloudedमाथे
browtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
हालांकि
thoughhetookchargeofitअब
nowthatitwasmade,hadrefusedtolendtheकम
leastassistanceinthemakingofit;itprovidednot
केवल
onlythat,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,सभी
allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friendऔर
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butकि
thatincaseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceया
orunexplainedabsenceforanyअवधि
periodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydeचाहिए
shouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sजूते
shoeswithoutfurtherdelayandमुक्त
freefromanyburthenorदायित्व
obligationbeyondthepaymentofaकुछ
fewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.यह
Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.Itoffendedhim
दोनों
bothasalawyerandasएक
aloverofthesaneऔर
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.और
Andhithertoitwashisअज्ञानता
ignoranceofMr.Hydethathadswelledhisindignation;अब
now,byasuddenturn,itwashisज्ञान
knowledge.Itwasalreadybad
काफी
enoughwhenthenamewasलेकिन
butanameofwhichhecouldसीख
learnnomore.Itwas
बदतर
worsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponसाथ
withdetestableattributes;andoutof
को
theshifting,insubstantialmiststhathadsolongbaffledhiseye,thereleapedupको
thesudden,definitepresentmentofएक
afiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”he
कहा
said,ashereplacedtheअप्रिय
obnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“andअब
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Withthatheblewouthis
मोमबत्ती
candle,putonagreatcoat,और
andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishस्क्वायर
Square,thatcitadelofmedicine,जहां
wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,hadhisघर
houseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“Ifanyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehad
सोचा
thought.Thesolemnbutlerknew
और
andwelcomedhim;