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STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthelawyerwasa
mann
man
ofaruggedcountenance
som
that
wasneverlightedbyasmile;
kald
cold
,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;
backwardinsentiment;
lean,
lang
long
,dusty,drearyandyetsomehowlovable.
Atfriendlymeetings,
og
and
whenthewinewastohistaste,
noe
something
eminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;
noe
something
indeedwhichneverfoundits
vei
way
intohistalk,but
som
which
spokenotonlyin
disse
these
silentsymbolsoftheafter-dinner
ansiktet
face
,butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhis
livet
life
.
Hewasausterewithhimself;
drakk
drank
ginwhenhewas
alene
alone
,tomortifyatasteforvintages;
og
and
thoughheenjoyedthetheatre,
hadde
had
notcrossedthedoorsof
en
one
fortwentyyears.
Buthe
hadde
had
anapprovedtoleranceforothers;
noen ganger
sometimes
wondering,almostwithenvy,atthe
høye
high
pressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;
og
and
inanyextremityinclinedto
hjelpe
help
ratherthantoreprove.
“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”he
pleide
used
tosayquaintly:
“I
la
let
mybrothergotothedevilinhis
egen
own
way.”
Inthischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortunetobethe
siste
last
reputableacquaintanceandthe
siste
last
goodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.
Og
And
tosuchasthese,so
lenge
long
astheycameabouthischambers,he
aldri
never
markedashadeof
endring
change
inhisdemeanour.
Nodoubtthefeatwas
lett
easy
toMr.Utterson;
forhewasundemonstrativeatthe
beste
best
,andevenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedin
en
a
similarcatholicityofgood-nature.
Itisthemarkof
en
a
modestmantoaccepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;
og
and
thatwasthelawyer’s
måte
way
.
Hisfriendswerethoseofhis
eget
own
bloodorthosewhomhe
hadde
had
knownthelongest;
hisaffections,
som
like
ivy,werethegrowthof
tid
time
,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.
Hence,nodoubt
den
the
bondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,
den
the
well-knownmanabouttown.
Itwas
en
a
nuttocrackfor
mange
many
,whatthesetwocould
se
see
ineachother,orwhatsubjectthey
kunne
could
findincommon.
ItwasreportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thatthey
sa
said
nothing,lookedsingularlydull
og
and
wouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceof
en
a
friend.
Forallthat,the
to
two
menputthegreateststoreby
disse
these
excursions,countedthemthechiefjewelof
hver
each
week,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,
men
but
evenresistedthecallsof
virksomhet
business
,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.
Itchancedononeof
disse
these
ramblesthattheirwayledthem
ned
down
aby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.
The
gaten
street
wassmallandwhatiscalled
rolig
quiet
,butitdroveathrivingtradeontheweekdays.
Theinhabitantswere
alle
all
doingwell,itseemed
og
and
allemulouslyhopingtodo
bedre
better
still,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;
sothat
den
the
shopfrontsstoodalongthatthoroughfare
med
with
anairofinvitation,likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.
Selv
Even
onSunday,whenitveiledits
mer
more
floridcharmsandlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,the
gaten
street
shoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,
som
like
afireinaforest;
og
and
withitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,
og
and
generalcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,instantly
fanget
caught
andpleasedtheeyeofthepassenger.
To
Two
doorsfromonecorner,ontheleft
hånd
hand
goingeastthelinewas
brutt
broken
bytheentryofacourt;
og
and
justatthatpoint
en
a
certainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableonthe
gaten
street
.
Itwastwostoreys
høyt
high
;
showednowindow,nothingbut
en
a
dooronthelowerstorey
og
and
ablindforeheadofdiscolouredwallon
den
the
upper;
andboreineveryfeature,themarksofprolonged
og
and
sordidnegligence.
Thedoor,
som
which
wasequippedwithneitherbellnorknocker,wasblistered
og
and
distained.
Trampsslouchedintotherecess
og
and
struckmatchesonthepanels;
barn
children
keptshopuponthesteps;
theschoolboy
hadde
had
triedhisknifeonthemouldings;
og
and
forcloseonageneration,
ingen
no
onehadappearedtodrive
bort
away
theserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.
Mr.
Enfield
og
and
thelawyerwereon
den
the
othersideoftheby-street;
men
but
whentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformerlifted
opp
up
hiscaneandpointed.
“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
he
spurte
asked
;
andwhenhiscompanion
hadde
had
repliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”added
han
he
,“withaveryoddstory.”
“Indeed?”
sa
said
Mr.Utterson,withaslight
endring
change
ofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”
“Well,itwas
denne
this
way,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwas
kom
coming
homefromsomeplaceatthe
slutten
end
oftheworld,about
tre
three
o’clockofablackwintermorning,
og
and
mywaylaythrougha
del
part
oftownwheretherewasliterally
noe
nothing
tobeseenbutlamps.
Gate
Street
afterstreetandall
den
the
folksasleep—streetafterstreet,
alle
all
lightedupasiffor
en
a
processionandallasemptyas
en
a
church—tillatlastI
kom
got
intothatstateofmind
når
when
amanlistensand
lytter
listens
andbeginstolongfor
den
the
sightofapoliceman.
Allatonce,I
saw
twofigures:
onea
liten
little
manwhowasstumping
langs
along
eastwardatagoodwalk,
og
and
theotheragirlof
kanskje
maybe
eightortenwhowas
løp
running
ashardasshewasable
ned
down
acrossstreet.
Well,
sir
sir
,thetworanintooneanothernaturally
nok
enough
atthecorner;
andthen
kom
came
thehorriblepartof
den
the
thing;
forthemantrampledcalmly
over
over
thechild’sbodyand
forlot
left
herscreamingontheground.
It
høres
sounds
nothingtohear,butitwashellishto
se
see
.
Itwasn’tlikea
mann
man
;
itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
Igave
en
a
fewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,
og
and
broughthimbackto
hvor
where
therewasalreadyquite
en
a
groupaboutthescreaming
barn
child
.
Hewasperfectlycool
og
and
madenoresistance,butgavemeone
blikk
look
,souglythatit
brakte
brought
outthesweatonmelike
løpe
running
.
Thepeoplewhohadturned
ut
out
werethegirl’sown
familie
family
;
andprettysoon,the
legen
doctor
,forwhomshehadbeen
sendt
sent
putinhisappearance.
Vel
Well
,thechildwasnot
mye
much
theworse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;
og
and
thereyoumighthavesupposed
ville
would
beanendtoit.
Men
But
therewasonecuriouscircumstance.
I
hadde
had
takenaloathingtomygentlemanat
første
first
sight.
Sohadthechild’s
familie
family
,whichwasonlynatural.
Men
But
thedoctor’scasewaswhatstruck
meg
me
.
Hewastheusual
kuttet
cut
anddryapothecary,of
ingen
no
particularageandcolour,
med
with
astrongEdinburghaccent
og
and
aboutasemotionalas
en
a
bagpipe.
Well,sir,hewas
som
like
therestofus;
hver
every
timehelookedatmyprisoner,I
saw
thatsawbonesturnsick
og
and
whitewiththedesireto
drepe
kill
him.
Iknewwhatwasinhis
sinn
mind
,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;
og
and
killingbeingoutofthequestion,we
gjorde
did
thenextbest.
We
sa
told
themanwecould
og
and
wouldmakesuchascandal
ut
out
ofthisasshould
gjøre
make
hisnamestinkfromone
enden
end
ofLondontothe
andre
other
.
Ifhehadanyfriends
eller
or
anycredit,weundertook
at
that
heshouldlosethem.
Og
And
allthetime,aswewerepitchingitin
rødt
red
hot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasbestwe
kunne
could
fortheywereaswildasharpies.
I
aldri
never
sawacircleof
slike
such
hatefulfaces;
andtherewasthe
mannen
man
inthemiddle,with
en
a
kindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightened
også
too
,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,
sir
sir
,reallylikeSatan.
‘Ifyouchooseto
gjøre
make
capitaloutofthisaccident,’
sa
said
he,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.
Ingen
No
gentlemanbutwishestoavoid
en
a
scene,’sayshe.
‘Nameyourfigure.’
Vel
Well
,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’s
familie
family
;
hewouldhaveclearly
likt
liked
tostickout;
buttherewas
noe
something
aboutthelotofusthat
betydde
meant
mischief,andatlasthestruck.
The
neste
next
thingwastogetthemoney;
og
and
wheredoyouthinkhecarriedus
men
but
tothatplacewiththedoor?—whipped
ut
out
akey,wentin,
og
and
presentlycamebackwiththe
saken
matter
oftenpoundsingold
og
and
achequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearer
og
and
signedwithanamethatIcan’tmention,
om
though
it’soneofthepointsofmy
historie
story
,butitwasa
navn
name
atleastverywell
kjent
known
andoftenprinted.
Thefigurewasstiff;
men
but
thesignaturewasgoodfor
mer
more
thanthatifitwas
bare
only
genuine.
Itookthelibertyofpointing
ut
out
tomygentlemanthatthe
hele
whole
businesslookedapocryphal,and
at
that
amandoesnot,inreallife,
walk
intoacellardoorat
fire
four
inthemorningand
komme
come
outwithanotherman’schequefor
nær
close
uponahundredpounds.
Men
But
hewasquiteeasy
og
and
sneering.
‘Setyourmindatrest,’
sier
says
he,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanks
åpner
open
andcashthechequemyself.’Sowe
alle
all
setoff,thedoctor,
og
and
thechild’sfather,andour
venn
friend
andmyself,andpassedthe
resten
rest
ofthenightinmychambers;
og
and
nextday,whenwe
hadde
had
breakfasted,wentinabodytothebank.
Igaveinthechequemyself,
og
and
saidIhadevery
grunn
reason
tobelieveitwas
en
a
forgery.
Notabitof
det
it
.
Thechequewasgenuine.”
“Tut-tut!”
sa
said
Mr.Utterson.
“Iseeyou
føler
feel
asIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.
“Yes,it’s
en
a
badstory.
Formy
mann
man
wasafellowthat
ingen
nobody
couldhavetodo
med
with
,areallydamnableman;
og
and
thepersonthatdrewthechequeistheverypinkoftheproprieties,celebrated
også
too
,and(whatmakesitworse)
en
one
ofyourfellowswho
gjør
do
whattheycallgood.
Blackmail,Isuppose;
en
an
honestmanpayingthroughthenosefor
noen
some
ofthecapersofhisyouth.
BlackMailHouseiswhatI
kaller
call
theplacewiththe
døren
door
,inconsequence.
Thougheven
det
that
,youknow,isfarfromexplainingall,”headded,
og
and
withthewordsfellinto
en
a
veinofmusing.
From
dette
this
hewasrecalledbyMr.Utterson
spør
asking
rathersuddenly:
“Andyoudon’t
vet
know
ifthedrawerofthechequelivesthere?”
“Alikely
sted
place
,isn’tit?”
returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappento
har
have
noticedhisaddress;
helivesinsomesquare
eller
or
other.”
“Andyounever
spurte
asked
aboutthe—placewiththedoor?”
sa
said
Mr.Utterson.
“No,sir;
I
hadde
had
adelicacy,”wasthereply.
“I
føler
feel
verystronglyaboutputtingquestions;
itpartakes
for
too
muchofthestyleofthedayofjudgment.
You
starte
start
aquestion,andit’s
som
like
startingastone.
You
sitter
sit
quietlyonthetopof
en
a
hill;
andawaythestone
går
goes
,startingothers;
andpresently
noen
some
blandoldbird(the
siste
last
youwouldhavethoughtof)isknockedonthe
hodet
head
inhisownbackgarden
og
and
thefamilyhaveto
endre
change
theirname.
Nosir,I
gjør
make
itaruleof
min
mine
:
themoreitlooks
som
like
QueerStreet,thelessIask.”
“A
veldig
very
goodrule,too,”saidthelawyer.
“ButI
har
have
studiedtheplaceformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.
“Itseemsscarcely
et
a
house.
Thereisno
andre
other
door,andnobodygoesin
eller
or
outofthatone
men
but
,onceinagreat
stund
while
,thegentlemanofmyadventure.
Det
There
arethreewindowslookingonthecourtonthe
første
first
floor;
nonebelow;
thewindowsare
alltid
always
shutbutthey’reclean.
Og
And
thenthereisachimney
som
which
isgenerallysmoking;
so
noen
somebody
mustlivethere.
And
likevel
yet
it’snotsosure;
forthebuildingsaresopacked
sammen
together
aboutthecourt,thatit’s
vanskelig
hard
tosaywhereoneends
og
and
anotherbegins.”
Thepair
gikk
walked
onagainfora
stund
while
insilence;
andthen“Enfield,”
sa
said
Mr.Utterson,“that’sa
god
good
ruleofyours.”
“Yes,I
tror
think
itis,”returnedEnfield.
“Butfor
alt
all
that,”continuedthelawyer,“there’s
en
one
pointIwantto
spørre
ask
.
Iwanttoask
den
the
nameofthatmanwho
gikk
walked
overthechild.”
“Well,”
sa
said
Mr.Enfield,“Ican’t
se
see
whatharmitwould
gjøre
do
.
Itwasamanofthe
navn
name
ofHyde.”
“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.
“Whatsortofa
mann
man
ishetosee?”
“Heisnot
lett
easy
todescribe.
Thereis
noe
something
wrongwithhisappearance;
noe
something
displeasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.
I
aldri
never
sawamanIsodisliked,
og
and
yetIscarceknow
hvorfor
why
.
Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
he
gir
gives
astrongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecifythe
poenget
point
.
He’sanextraordinarylooking
mann
man
,andyetIreally
kan
can
namenothingoutofthe
veien
way
.
No,sir;
Ican
gjøre
make
nohandofit;
Ican’tdescribe
ham
him
.
Andit’snotwantofmemory;
forIdeclareI
kan
can
seehimthismoment.”
Mr.
Utterson
igjen
again
walkedsomewayinsilence
og
and
obviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.
“Youare
sikker
sure
heusedakey?”
heinquiredatlast.
“My
kjære
dear
sir...”
beganEnfield,surprised
ut
out
ofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”
sa
said
Utterson;
“Iknowit
must
seemstrange.
Thefact
er
is
,ifIdonot
spør
ask
youthenameofthe
andre
other
party,itisbecauseIknowit
allerede
already
.
Yousee,Richard,yourtale
har
has
gonehome.
Ifyouhavebeeninexactinany
punkt
point
youhadbettercorrectit.”
“I
tror
think
youmighthavewarnedme,”returned
den
the
otherwithatouchofsullenness.
“ButI
har
have
beenpedanticallyexact,asyou
kaller
call
it.
Thefellowhad
en
a
key;
andwhat’smore,he
har
has
itstill.
Isawhim
bruke
use
itnotaweekago.”
Mr.
Uttersonsigheddeeply
men
but
saidneveraword;
og
and
theyoungmanpresentlyresumed.
“Hereisanotherlessonto
si
say
nothing,”saidhe.
“Iamashamedofmylongtongue.
La
Let
usmakeabargain
aldri
never
torefertothisagain.”
“Withallmyheart,”
sa
said
thelawyer.
SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
That
kvelden
evening
Mr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelor
hus
house
insombrespiritsandsat
ned
down
todinnerwithoutrelish.
ItwashiscustomofaSunday,
når
when
thismealwasover,to
sitte
sit
closebythefire,avolumeof
noen
some
drydivinityonhisreadingdesk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrang
ut
out
thehouroftwelve,
når
when
hewouldgosoberly
og
and
gratefullytobed.
On
denne
this
nighthowever,assoonastheclothwastaken
bort
away
,hetookupacandle
og
and
wentintohisbusinessroom.
Therehe
åpnet
opened
hissafe,tookfromthe
mest
most
privatepartofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWill
og
and
satdownwithacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.
Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
om
though
hetookchargeofit
now
thatitwasmade,
hadde
had
refusedtolendtheleastassistanceinthemakingofit;
itprovidednot
bare
only
that,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friend
og
and
benefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatin
tilfelle
case
ofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearance
eller
or
unexplainedabsenceforanyperiodexceeding
tre
three
calendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHyde
skulle
should
stepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sshoes
uten
without
furtherdelayandfreefromanyburthen
eller
or
obligationbeyondthepaymentof
en
a
fewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.
Dette
This
documenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.
Itoffendedhim
både
both
asalawyerandas
en
a
loverofthesane
og
and
customarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.
Og
And
hithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydethat
hadde
had
swelledhisindignation;
now,by
en
a
suddenturn,itwashisknowledge.
Itwas
allerede
already
badenoughwhenthenamewas
men
but
anameofwhichhe
kunne
could
learnnomore.
Itwasworse
når
when
itbegantobeclothedupon
med
with
detestableattributes;
andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmists
som
that
hadsolongbaffledhiseye,
der
there
leapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentof
en
a
fiend.
“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”he
sa
said
,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“and
now
Ibegintofearitisdisgrace.”
Med
With
thatheblewouthiscandle,
satte
put
onagreatcoat,and
satte
set
forthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicine,
hvor
where
hisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,
hadde
had
hishouseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.
“If
noen
anyone
knows,itwillbeLanyon,”he
hadde
had
thought.
Thesolemnbutler
kjente
knew
andwelcomedhim;