STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Utterson
az
thelawyerwasamanofegy
aruggedcountenancethatwasneverlightedbyegy
asmile;cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;
backwardinsentiment;
lean,
hosszú
long,dusty,drearyandyetsomehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
és
andwhenthewinewastohistaste,valami
somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;somethingindeed
ami
whichneverfounditswayintohistalk,butami
whichspokenotonlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerarc
face,butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhislife.Hewasausterewithhimself;
ivott
drankginwhenhewasegyedül
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;és
andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofegy
onefortwentyyears.Buthe
volt
hadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;néha
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthenagy
highpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;és
andinanyextremityinclinedtohelprathermint
thantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedto
mondani
sayquaintly:“Iletmy
bátyám
brothergotothedevilinhismaga
ownway.”Inthischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortunetobethe
utolsó
lastreputableacquaintanceandtheutolsó
lastgoodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.És
Andtosuchasthese,solongastheyjöttek
cameabouthischambers,henevermarkedashadeofváltozás
changeinhisdemeanour.Nodoubt
a
thefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthe
legjobb
best,andevenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinegy
asimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthemarkof
egy
amodestmantoaccepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;és
andthatwasthelawyer’sway.Hisfriendswere
azok
thoseofhisownbloodvagy
orthosewhomhehadknownthelongest;hisaffections,
mint
likeivy,werethegrowthofidő
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Hence,nodoubt
a
thebondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,a
thewell-knownmanabouttown.Itwasanuttocrackformany,whatthesetwocould
látnak
seeineachother,orwhatsubjecttheycouldtalálnak
findincommon.Itwasreportedbythose
akik
whoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,hogy
thattheysaidnothing,lookedsingularlydullés
andwouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceofegy
afriend.Forallthat,the
két
twomenputthegreateststorebyezeket
theseexcursions,countedthemthechiefjewelofeachhét
week,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,hanem
butevenresistedthecallsofüzleti
business,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeoftheserambles
hogy
thattheirwayledthemle
downaby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.The
utca
streetwassmallandwhatiscalledquiet,de
butitdroveathrivingtradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
minden
alldoingwell,itseemedés
andallemulouslyhopingtocsinálta
dobetterstill,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
hogy
thattheshopfrontsstoodmentén
alongthatthoroughfarewithanlevegő
airofinvitation,likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Még
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsmorefloridcharmsés
andlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,theutca
streetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,mint
likeafireinaforest;és
andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,és
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,instantlycaughtés
andpleasedtheeyeofthepassenger.Két
Twodoorsfromonecorner,onthelefthandgoingeastthevonal
linewasbrokenbytheentryofacourt;és
andjustatthatpointegy
acertainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableontheutcán
street.Itwastwostoreyshigh;
showed
nem
nowindow,nothingbutaajtó
dooronthelowerstoreyés
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredwallontheupper;és
andboreineveryfeature,themarksofprolongedés
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
amely
whichwasequippedwithneitherbellnorknocker,wasblisteredés
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
és
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;gyerekek
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;theschoolboyhadtriedhisknifeonthemouldings;
és
andforcloseonageneration,noonevagy
hadappearedtodriveawayezeket
theserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
és
andthelawyerwereonaz
theothersideoftheby-street;de
butwhentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformerlifteduphiscaneés
andpointed.“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
heasked;
és
andwhenhiscompanionhadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedhe,“withanagyon
veryoddstory.”“Indeed?”
saidMr.Utterson,with
egy
aslightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascominghomefromsomeplaceatthe
végén
endoftheworld,abouthárom
threeo’clockofablackwinterreggel
morning,andmywaylaykeresztül
throughapartoftownahol
wheretherewasliterallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.Utca
Streetafterstreetandallaz
thefolksasleep—streetafterstreet,alllightedupasifforegy
aprocessionandallasemptyasegy
achurch—tillatlastIgotintothatstateofmindamikor
whenamanlistensandlistensés
andbeginstolongforaz
thesightofapoliceman.Allatonce,I
láttam
sawtwofigures:onealittleman
aki
whowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodwalk,és
andtheotheragirlofmaybeeightortíz
tenwhowasrunningashardasshewasabledownacrossstreet.Nos
Well,sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturallyenoughatthecorner;és
andthencamethehorriblerész
partofthething;forthe
férfi
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’sbodyés
andleftherscreamingontheground.Itsounds
semmi
nothingtohear,butitwashellishtolátni
see.Itwasn’tlikea
ember
man;itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
I
adtam
gaveafewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,és
andbroughthimbacktoahol
wheretherewasalreadyquiteegy
agroupaboutthescreaminggyermek
child.Hewasperfectlycool
és
andmadenoresistance,butadott
gavemeonelook,souglyhogy
thatitbroughtoutthesweatonmemint
likerunning.Thepeoplewho
volt
hadturnedoutwerethegirl’ssaját
ownfamily;andprettysoon,
az
thedoctor,forwhomshehadbeensentputinhisappearance.Nos
Well,thechildwasnotsokkal
muchtheworse,morefrightened,accordingtoa
thesawbones;andthereyoumight
volna
havesupposedwouldbeanvége
endtoit.Buttherewas
egy
onecuriouscircumstance.Ihadtakenaloathingtomygentlemanat
első
firstsight.Sohadthechild’sfamily,
ami
whichwasonlynatural.But
az
thedoctor’scasewaswhatstruckme.Hewastheusual
vágott
cutanddryapothecary,ofnem
noparticularageandcolour,withegy
astrongEdinburghaccentandkörülbelül
aboutasemotionalasabagpipe.Nos
Well,sir,hewasliketherestofus;minden
everytimehelookedatmyprisoner,Iláttam
sawthatsawbonesturnsickés
andwhitewiththedesiretokillhim.Iknewwhatwasinhismind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;
és
andkillingbeingoutofthequestion,wedidthekövetkező
nextbest.Wetoldthemanwecouldandwouldmake
olyan
suchascandaloutofthisasshouldmakehisneve
namestinkfromoneendofLondontotheother.Ha
Ifhehadanyfriendsvagy
oranycredit,weundertookhogy
thatheshouldlosethem.És
Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitinredhot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasbestwetudtuk
couldfortheywereaswildasharpies.Inever
láttam
sawacircleofsuchhatefulfaces;és
andtherewasthemaninthemiddle,withakindoffekete
blacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtoo,Icouldláttam
seethat—butcarryingitoff,uram
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyouchoosetomakecapitaloutofthisaccident,’
mondta
saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.Nogentlemanbutwishestoavoidascene,’
mondja
sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’
Nos
Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’sfamily;hewould
volna
haveclearlylikedtostickout;de
buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatjelentett
meantmischief,andatlasthestruck.A
Thenextthingwastogeta
themoney;andwheredoyou
gondolsz
thinkhecarriedusbuttoamit
thatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutakey,wentin,és
andpresentlycamebackwiththematteroftíz
tenpoundsingoldandachequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearerés
andsignedwithanameamit
thatIcan’tmention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmystory,de
butitwasanameatleastnagyon
verywellknownandoftenprinted.A
Thefigurewasstiff;but
az
thesignaturewasgoodformorethanthatha
ifitwasonlygenuine.Itook
az
thelibertyofpointingouttomygentlemanthataz
thewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,és
andthatamandoesnot,inreallife,walkintoegy
acellardooratfourinaz
themorningandcomeoutwithmásik
anotherman’schequeforcloseuponegy
ahundredpounds.Buthewas
elég
quiteeasyandsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’
mondja
sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopenés
andcashthechequemyself.’Soweallsetoff,theorvos
doctor,andthechild’sfather,és
andourfriendandmyself,és
andpassedtherestoftheéjszaka
nightinmychambers;andnextday,
amikor
whenwehadbreakfasted,wentinegy
abodytothebank.I
adtam
gaveinthechequemyself,és
andsaidIhadeveryreasontobelieveitwasaforgery.Not
egy
abitofit.Thechequewasgenuine.”
“Tut-tut!”
mondta
saidMr.Utterson.“IseeyoufeelasIdo,”
mondta
saidMr.Enfield.“Yes,it’s
egy
abadstory.Formy
ember
manwasafellowthatsenki sem
nobodycouldhavetodowith,egy
areallydamnableman;andthe
személy
personthatdrewthechequeistheverypinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtoo,és
and(whatmakesitworse)egyik
oneofyourfellowswhodowhattheycallgood.Blackmail,Isuppose;
egy
anhonestmanpayingthroughthenosefornéhány
someofthecapersofhisyouth.Fekete
BlackMailHouseiswhatIcalltheplacewiththedoor,inconsequence.Bár
Thougheventhat,youknow,ismessze
farfromexplainingall,”headded,és
andwiththewordsfellintoaveinofmusing.FromthishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonaskingrathersuddenly:
“Andyoudon’t
tudja
knowifthedrawerofthechequelivesthere?”“Alikely
hely
place,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButI
véletlenül
happentohavenoticedhisaddress;helivesin
valamilyen
somesquareorother.”“Andyounever
kérdezted
askedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”mondta
saidMr.Utterson.“No,sir;
I
volt
hadadelicacy,”wasthereply.“I
érzem
feelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;itpartakes
túl
toomuchofthestyleofaz
thedayofjudgment.Youstart
egy
aquestion,andit’slikestartingegy
astone.Yousitquietlyonthe
tetején
topofahill;andaway
a
thestonegoes,startingothers;és
andpresentlysomeblandoldbird(theutolsó
lastyouwouldhavethoughtof)isknockedontheheadinhissaját
ownbackgardenandthefamilykell
havetochangetheirname.Nem
Nosir,Imakeitaruleofmine:a
themoreitlookslikeQueerStreet
Street,thelessIask.”“A
nagyon
verygoodrule,too,”saidaz
thelawyer.“ButIhavestudiedtheplaceformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.
“Itseemsscarcely
egy
ahouse.Thereisno
más
otherdoor,andnobodygoesinvagy
oroutofthatonebut,onceinagreatwhile,thegentlemanofmyadventure.Thereare
három
threewindowslookingonthecourtonaz
thefirstfloor;nonebelow;
az
thewindowsarealwaysshutde
butthey’reclean.Andthenthereis
egy
achimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;sosomebody
kell
mustlivethere.Andyetit’snotso
biztos
sure;forthebuildingsaresopacked
össze
togetheraboutthecourt,thatit’snehéz
hardtosaywhereoneendsés
andanotherbegins.”Thepairwalkedonagainfor
egy
awhileinsilence;andthen“Enfield,”
mondta
saidMr.Utterson,“that’sajó
goodruleofyours.”“Yes,I
hiszem
thinkitis,”returnedEnfield.“Butforallthat,”continued
az
thelawyer,“there’sonepointIwanttoask.I
akarom
wanttoaskthenameofthatmanaki
whowalkedoverthechild.”“Well,”
mondta
saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’tlátom
seewhatharmitwoulddo.Itwas
egy
amanofthenameofHyde.”“Hm,”
mondta
saidMr.Utterson.“Whatsortofa
ember
manishetosee?”“Heisnot
könnyű
easytodescribe.Thereis
valami
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;valami
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.Inever
láttam
sawamanIsodisliked,és
andyetIscarceknowmiért
why.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
hegivesastrongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecifythepoint.
He’s
egy
anextraordinarylookingman,andmégis
yetIreallycannamenothingoutofaz
theway.No,sir;
I
tudok
canmakenohandofit;Ican’tdescribehim.
És
Andit’snotwantofmemory;forIdeclareIcan
látom
seehimthismoment.”Mr.
Utterson
ismét
againwalkedsomewayinsilenceés
andobviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.“Youare
biztos
sureheusedakey?”heinquiredatlast.
“My
kedves
dearsir...”beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”
mondta
saidUtterson;“Iknowit
kell
mustseemstrange.Thefactis,
ha
ifIdonotaskyouthenevét
nameoftheotherparty,itismert
becauseIknowitalready.You
látod
see,Richard,yourtalehasgonehome.Ha
Ifyouhavebeeninexactinanypointyouvoltál
hadbettercorrectit.”“I
hiszem
thinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedthemásik
otherwithatouchofsullenness.“ButI
voltam
havebeenpedanticallyexact,asyoucallit.A
Thefellowhadakey;és
andwhat’smore,hehasitstill.I
láttam
sawhimuseitnotegy
aweekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsigheddeeply
de
butsaidneveraword;és
andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.“Hereisanotherlessonto
mondta
saynothing,”saidhe.“Iamashamedofmy
hosszú
longtongue.Letusmake
egy
abargainnevertorefertothisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”
mondta
saidthelawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncame
haza
hometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespiritsés
andsatdowntodinnernélkül
withoutrelish.Itwashiscustomof
egy
aSunday,whenthismealwasover,toüljön
sitclosebythefire,egy
avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,amíg
untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrangki
outthehouroftwelve,amikor
whenhewouldgosoberlyés
andgratefullytobed.On
ezen
thisnighthowever,assoonastheclothwastakenaway,hetookupegy
acandleandwentintohisüzleti
businessroom.Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthe
leginkább
mostprivatepartofitegy
adocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillés
andsatdownwithacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
bár
thoughhetookchargeofitmost
nowthatitwasmade,volt
hadrefusedtolendtheleastassistanceinthehogy
makingofit;itprovidednotonly
amely
that,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,összes
allhispossessionsweretopassintoaz
thehandsofhis“friendés
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butamely
thatincaseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearancevagy
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodexceedinghárom
threecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydekell
shouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sshoesnélkül
withoutfurtherdelayandfreefromanyburthenvagy
orobligationbeyondthepaymentofanéhány
fewsmallsumstothemembersofaz
thedoctor’shousehold.Thisdocument
volt
hadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.Itoffendedhim
mind
bothasalawyerandasaloverofthesaneés
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.És
AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydehogy
thathadswelledhisindignation;most
now,byasuddenturn,itwashisknowledge.Itwas
már
alreadybadenoughwhenthenév
namewasbutanameofwhichhetudott
couldlearnnomore.Itwasworse
amikor
whenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;és
andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmiststhathadsolongbaffledhiseye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofegy
afiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”he
mondta
said,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“andmost
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Withthatheblewouthiscandle,putonagreatcoat,
és
andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicine,ahol
wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,volt
hadhishouseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
valaki
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadgondolta
thought.Thesolemnbutlerknew
és
andwelcomedhim;