STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Utterson
az
thelawyerwasamanofegy
aruggedcountenancethatwasneverlightedbyegy
asmile;cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;
backwardinsentiment;
lean,
hosszú
long,dusty,drearyandyetvalahogy
somehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
és
andwhenthewinewastohistaste,valami
somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;valami
somethingindeedwhichneverfounditsutat
wayintohistalk,butami
whichspokenotonlyinthesecsendes
silentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerarc
face,butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhislife.Hewasausterewithhimself;
ivott
drankginwhenhewasegyedül
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;és
andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofegy
onefortwentyyears.Buthe
volt
hadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;néha
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthenagy
highpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;és
andinanyextremityinclinedtohelpinkább
ratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedto
mondani
sayquaintly:“Iletmy
bátyám
brothergotothedevilinhismaga
ownway.”Inthischaracter,itwas
gyakran
frequentlyhisfortunetobetheutolsó
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.Hisfriendswerethoseofhis
saját
ownbloodorthosewhomhehadknownthelongest;hisaffections,
mint
likeivy,werethegrowthofidő
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Ezért
Hence,nodoubtthebondamely
thatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,a
thewell-knownmanabouttown.Itwasanuttocrackformany,whatthesetwocould
látnak
seeineachother,orwhatsubjecttheycouldtalálnak
findincommon.Itwasreportedbythose
akik
whoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,hogy
thattheysaidnothing,lookedsingularlydullés
andwouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceofegy
afriend.Forallthat,the
két
twomenputthegreateststorebyezeket
theseexcursions,countedthemthefő
chiefjewelofeachweek,és
andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,butevenresistedthecallsofüzleti
business,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeoftheserambles
hogy
thattheirwayledthemle
downaby-streetinaforgalmas
busyquarterofLondon.The
utca
streetwassmallandwhatiscalledquiet,de
butitdroveathrivingtradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
minden
alldoingwell,itseemedés
andallemulouslyhopingtocsinálta
dobetterstill,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
hogy
thattheshopfrontsstoodmentén
alongthatthoroughfarewithanlevegő
airofinvitation,likerowsofmosolygó
smilingsaleswomen.EvenonSunday,
amikor
whenitveileditsmorefloridcharmsés
andlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,theutca
streetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,mint
likeafireinaerdőben
forest;andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,
és
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,azonnal
instantlycaughtandpleasedtheeyeoftheutas
passenger.Twodoorsfromonecorner,onthelefthandgoingeastthe
vonal
linewasbrokenbytheentryofacourt;és
andjustatthatpointegy
acertainsinisterblockofépület
buildingthrustforwarditsgableontheutcán
street.Itwastwostoreyshigh;
showed
nem
nowindow,nothingbutaajtó
dooronthelowerstoreyés
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredfal
wallontheupper;andborein
minden
everyfeature,themarksofprolongedés
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
amely
whichwasequippedwithneithercsengő
bellnorknocker,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
andwhenhiscompanionhadválaszolt
repliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedhe,“withanagyon
veryoddstory.”“Indeed?”
saidMr.Utterson,with
egy
aslightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascominghomefromsomeplaceatthe
végén
endoftheworld,abouthárom
threeo’clockofablacktéli
wintermorning,andmywaylaykeresztül
throughapartoftownahol
wheretherewasliterallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.Utca
Streetafterstreetandallaz
thefolksasleep—streetafterstreet,alllightedupasifforegy
aprocessionandallasemptyasegy
achurch—tillatlastIgotintothatstateofmindamikor
whenamanlistensandlistensés
andbeginstolongforaz
thesightofapoliceman.Allatonce,I
láttam
sawtwofigures:onealittleman
aki
whowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodwalk,és
andtheotheragirlofmaybenyolc
eightortenwhowasfutott
runningashardasshewasabledownacrossstreet.Nos
Well,sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturallyenoughatthesarkon
corner;andthencamethe
szörnyű
horriblepartofthething;forthe
férfi
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’sbodyés
andleftherscreamingontheföldön
ground.Itsoundsnothingtohear,
de
butitwashellishtolátni
see.Itwasn’tlikea
ember
man;itwaslikesome
átkozott
damnedJuggernaut.Igavea
néhány
fewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmyúriember
gentleman,andbroughthimbacktoahol
wheretherewasalreadyquiteegy
agroupaboutthescreaminggyermek
child.Hewasperfectlycool
és
andmadenoresistance,butadott
gavemeonelook,socsúnya
uglythatitbroughtoutthesweatonmemint
likerunning.Thepeoplewho
volt
hadturnedoutwerethegirl’ssaját
ownfamily;andprettysoon,
az
thedoctor,forwhomshehadbeensentputinhisappearance.Nos
Well,thechildwasnotsokkal
muchtheworse,morefrightened,szerint
accordingtothesawbones;andthereyoumight
volna
havesupposedwouldbeanvége
endtoit.Buttherewas
egy
onecuriouscircumstance.Ihadtakenaloathingtomygentlemanat
első
firstsight.Sohadthechild’sfamily,
ami
whichwasonlynatural.But
az
thedoctor’scasewaswhatstruckme.Hewasthe
szokásos
usualcutanddryapothecary,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
sawacircleofsuchgyűlölködő
hatefulfaces;andtherewasthe
férfi
maninthemiddle,withakindoffekete
blacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtoo,Icouldláttam
seethat—butcarryingitoff,uram
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyou
úgy dönt
choosetomakecapitaloutofthisaccident,’mondta
saidhe,‘Iamnaturallytehetetlen
helpless.Nogentlemanbutwishesto
elkerülni
avoidascene,’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.The
csekk
chequewasgenuine.”“Tut-tut!”
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.Zsarolás
Blackmail,Isuppose;anhonest
ember
manpayingthroughthenosefornéhány
someofthecapersofhisyouth.Fekete
BlackMailHouseiswhatIcalltheplacewiththedoor,inennek következtében
consequence.Thougheventhat,you
tudod
know,isfarfromexplainingall,”headded,és
andwiththewordsfellintoaveinofmusing.FromthishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonaskingrather
hirtelen
suddenly:“Andyoudon’tknowifthedrawerofthechequelivesthere?”
“A
valószínű
likelyplace,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButI
véletlenül
happentohavenoticedhisaddress;helivesin
valamilyen
somesquareorother.”“Andyounever
kérdezted
askedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”mondta
saidMr.Utterson.“No,sir;
I
volt
hadadelicacy,”wastheválasz
reply.“Ifeelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;
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;
hegivesa
erős
strongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecifythepoint.He’s
egy
anextraordinarylookingman,andmégis
yetIreallycannamenothingoutofaz
theway.No,sir;
I
tudok
canmakenohandofit;Ican’t
leírni
describehim.Andit’snotwantof
emlékezet
memory;forIdeclareIcan
látom
seehimthismoment.”Mr.
Utterson
ismét
againwalkedsomewayinsilenceés
andobviouslyunderaweightofmegfontolás
consideration.“Youaresurehe
használt
usedakey?”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.
Uttersonsighed
mélyen
deeplybutsaidneveraszót
word;andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.
“Hereisanother
lecke
lessontosaynothing,”saidhe.“Iamashamedofmy
hosszú
longtongue.Letusmake
egy
abargainnevertorefertothisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”
mondta
saidthelawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
That
este
eveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisagglegény
bachelorhouseinsombrespiritsés
andsatdowntodinnernélkül
withoutrelish.Itwashiscustomof
egy
aSunday,whenthismealwasover,toüljön
sitclosebythefire,egy
avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,amíg
untiltheclockoftheneighbouringtemplom
churchrangoutthehouroftwelve,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;itprovidednotonlythat,incaseof
az
thedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,összes
allhispossessionsweretoátadni
passintothehandsofhis“friendés
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatincaseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearancevagy
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodmeghaladja
exceedingthreecalendarmonths,”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.Itwasalready
rossz
badenoughwhenthenamewasbutegy
anameofwhichhetudott
couldlearnnomore.Itwas
rosszabb
worsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;és
andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmiststhathadsolongbaffledhiseye,thereleapedupthehirtelen
sudden,definitepresentmentofaördög
fiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”he
mondta
said,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“andmost
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Withthatheblewouthiscandle,putonagreatcoat,
és
andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare
Square,thatcitadelofmedicine,ahol
wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,volt
hadhishouseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
valaki
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadgondolta
thought.Thesolemnbutlerknew
és
andwelcomedhim;