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The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde | Progressive Translation Books for Norwegian A1-B2 Students

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STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthelawyerwasa
mann
manofaruggedcountenance
som
thatwasneverlightedbya
smil
smile;
cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;
backwardin
følelser
sentiment;
lean,long,dusty,dreary
og
andyetsomehowlovable.
Atfriendlymeetings,
og
andwhenthewinewastohis
smak
taste,somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhis
øye
eye;
somethingindeedwhichnever
fant
founditswayintohis
snakk
talk,butwhichspokenot
bare
onlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinner
ansiktet
face,butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhis
livet
life.
Hewasausterewithhimself;
drakk
drankginwhenhewas
alene
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;
og
andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre,
hadde
hadnotcrossedthedoorsof
en
onefortwentyyears.
Buthe
hadde
hadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;
noen ganger
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthe
høye
highpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;
og
andinanyextremityinclinedto
hjelpe
helpratherthantoreprove.
“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”he
pleide
usedtosayquaintly:
“I
la
letmybrothergotothedevilinhis
egen
ownway.”
Inthischaracter,itwas
ofte
frequentlyhisfortunetobe
den
thelastreputableacquaintanceand
den
thelastgoodinfluencein
den
thelivesofdowngoingmen.
Og
Andtosuchasthese,so
lenge
longastheycameabouthischambers,he
aldri
nevermarkedashadeof
endring
changeinhisdemeanour.
No
tvil
doubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;
forhewasundemonstrativeatthe
beste
best,andevenhisfriendship
syntes
seemedtobefoundedin
en
asimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.
Itisthe
merket
markofamodestmanto
akseptere
accepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsof
mulighet
opportunity;
andthatwasthelawyer’s
måte
way.
Hisfriendswerethoseofhis
eget
ownbloodorthosewhomhe
hadde
hadknownthelongest;
hisaffections,
som
likeivy,werethegrowthof
tid
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.
Derfor
Hence,nodoubtthebond
som
thatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,
den
thewell-knownmanabouttown.
Itwas
en
anuttocrackformany,what
disse
thesetwocouldseeineachother,
eller
orwhatsubjecttheycould
finne
findincommon.
Itwas
rapportert
reportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thatthey
sa
saidnothing,lookedsingularlydull
og
andwouldhailwithobvious
lettelse
relieftheappearanceofa
venn
friend.
Forallthat,the
to
twomenputthegreatest
butikken
storebytheseexcursions,countedthemthechief
juvelen
jewelofeachweek,andnot
bare
onlysetasideoccasionsof
fornøyelse
pleasure,butevenresistedthecallsof
virksomhet
business,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.
Itchancedononeof
disse
theseramblesthattheirway
ledet
ledthemdownaby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.
The
gaten
streetwassmallandwhatiscalled
rolig
quiet,butitdroveathriving
handel
tradeontheweekdays.
Theinhabitantswerealldoing
bra
well,itseemedandallemulously
håper
hopingtodobetterstill,
og
andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;
sothat
den
theshopfrontsstoodalongthatthoroughfare
med
withanairofinvitation,likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.
Selv
EvenonSunday,whenitveiledits
mer
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparatively
tom
emptyofpassage,thestreet
skinte
shoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,
som
likeafireina
skog
forest;
andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,
og
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyof
notat
note,instantlycaughtandpleasedthe
øyet
eyeofthepassenger.
Twodoorsfromone
hjørne
corner,onthelefthand
går
goingeastthelinewas
brutt
brokenbytheentryofa
domstol
court;
andjustatthatpoint
en
acertainsinisterblockof
bygning
buildingthrustforwarditsgableonthe
gaten
street.
Itwastwostoreys
høyt
high;
showednowindow,nothingbut
en
adooronthelowerstorey
og
andablindforeheadofdiscoloured
vegg
wallontheupper;
and
bar
boreineveryfeature,themarksofprolonged
og
andsordidnegligence.
Thedoor,
som
whichwasequippedwithneitherbell
eller
norknocker,wasblisteredanddistained.
Trampsslouchedintotherecess
og
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;
barn
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;
theschoolboy
hadde
hadtriedhisknifeonthemouldings;
og
andforcloseona
generasjon
generation,noonehadappearedtodrive
bort
awaytheserandomvisitorsorto
reparere
repairtheirravages.
Mr.
Enfield
og
andthelawyerwereon
den
theothersideoftheby-street;
men
butwhentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformer
løftet
lifteduphiscaneand
pekte
pointed.
“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
he
spurte
asked;
andwhenhiscompanion
hadde
hadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itis
koblet
connectedinmymind,”added
han
he,“withaveryoddstory.”
“Indeed?”
sa
saidMr.Utterson,witha
liten
slightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”
“Well,itwas
denne
thisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwas
kom
cominghomefromsomeplaceatthe
slutten
endoftheworld,about
tre
threeo’clockofablackwintermorning,
og
andmywaylaythrougha
del
partoftownwheretherewas
bokstavelig talt
literallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.
Gate
Streetafterstreetandall
den
thefolksasleep—streetafterstreet,alllightedupasiffor
en
aprocessionandallas
tom
emptyasachurch—tillatlastI
kom
gotintothatstateofmind
når
whenamanlistensand
lytter
listensandbeginstolongfor
den
thesightofapoliceman.
Allatonce,I
så
sawtwofigures:
onea
liten
littlemanwhowasstumping
langs
alongeastwardatagoodwalk,
og
andtheotheragirlofmaybe
åtte
eightortenwhowas
løp
runningashardasshewasable
ned
downacrossstreet.
Well,
sir
sir,thetworanintooneanother
naturlig
naturallyenoughatthecorner;
og
andthencamethehorrible
delen
partofthething;
forthe
mannen
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’sbody
og
andleftherscreamingonthe
bakken
ground.
Itsoundsnothingto
høre
hear,butitwashellishto
se
see.
Itwasn’tlikea
mann
man;
itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
Igave
en
afewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmy
gentleman
gentleman,andbroughthimbackto
hvor
wheretherewasalreadyquite
en
agroupaboutthescreaming
barn
child.
Hewasperfectlycool
og
andmadenoresistance,butgavemeone
blikk
look,souglythatit
brakte
broughtoutthesweatonmelike
løpe
running.
Thepeoplewhohadturned
ut
outwerethegirl’sown
familie
family;
andprettysoon,the
legen
doctor,forwhomshehadbeen
sendt
sentputinhisappearance.
Vel
Well,thechildwasnot
mye
muchtheworse,morefrightened,
henhold
accordingtothesawbones;
andthereyou
kan
mighthavesupposedwouldbe
en
anendtoit.
But
det
therewasonecuriouscircumstance.
I
hadde
hadtakenaloathingtomy
gentleman
gentlemanatfirstsight.
So
hadde
hadthechild’sfamily,whichwas
bare
onlynatural.
Butthedoctor’s
sak
casewaswhatstruckme.
Hewas
den
theusualcutanddryapothecary,of
ingen
noparticularageandcolour,
med
withastrongEdinburghaccent
og
andaboutasemotionalas
en
abagpipe.
Well,sir,hewas
som
liketherestofus;
hver
everytimehelookedatmyprisoner,I
så
sawthatsawbonesturnsick
og
andwhitewiththedesireto
drepe
killhim.
Iknewwhatwasinhis
sinn
mind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;
og
andkillingbeingoutofthequestion,we
gjorde
didthenextbest.
We
sa
toldthemanwecould
og
andwouldmakesucha
skandale
scandaloutofthisas
skal
shouldmakehisnamestinkfromone
enden
endofLondontothe
andre
other.
Ifhehadanyfriends
eller
oranycredit,weundertook
at
thatheshouldlosethem.
Og
Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitin
rødt
redhot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasbestwe
kunne
couldfortheywereaswildasharpies.
I
aldri
neversawacircleof
slike
suchhatefulfaces;
andtherewasthe
mannen
maninthemiddle,with
en
akindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightened
også
too,Icouldseethat—but
bære
carryingitoff,sir,really
som
likeSatan.
‘Ifyouchooseto
gjøre
makecapitaloutofthisaccident,’
sa
saidhe,‘Iamnaturally
hjelpeløs
helpless.
Nogentlemanbutwishesto
unngå
avoidascene,’sayshe.
‘Nameyourfigure.’
Vel
Well,wescrewedhimuptoa
hundre
hundredpoundsforthechild’s
familie
family;
hewouldhaveclearly
likt
likedtostickout;
buttherewas
noe
somethingaboutthelotofusthat
betydde
meantmischief,andatlasthe
slo
struck.
Thenextthingwasto
få
getthemoney;
andwheredoyou
tror
thinkhecarriedusbuttothat
stedet
placewiththedoor?—whippedouta
nøkkel
key,wentin,andpresently
kom
camebackwiththematterof
ti
tenpoundsingoldanda
sjekk
chequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,
trukket
drawnpayabletobearerand
signert
signedwithanamethatIcan’t
nevne
mention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmy
historie
story,butitwasa
navn
nameatleastverywell
kjent
knownandoftenprinted.
Thefigurewas
stiv
stiff;
butthesignaturewas
god
goodformorethanthat
hvis
ifitwasonlygenuine.
I
tok
tookthelibertyofpointing
ut
outtomygentlemanthatthewholebusiness
så
lookedapocryphal,andthata
mann
mandoesnot,inreallife,
gå
walkintoacellardoorat
fire
fourinthemorningand
komme
comeoutwithanotherman’s
sjekk
chequeforcloseupona
hundre
hundredpounds.
Buthewas
ganske
quiteeasyandsneering.
‘Setyourmindatrest,’
sier
sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanks
åpner
openandcashthechequemyself.’Soweall
satte
setoff,thedoctor,andthechild’s
far
father,andourfriendandmyself,
og
andpassedtherestofthe
natten
nightinmychambers;
and
neste
nextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,
gikk
wentinabodytothe
banken
bank.
Igaveinthechequemyself,
og
andsaidIhadevery
grunn
reasontobelieveitwas
en
aforgery.
Notabitof
det
it.
Thechequewasgenuine.”
“Tut-tut!”
sa
saidMr.Utterson.
“Iseeyou
føler
feelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.
“Yes,it’s
en
abadstory.
Formy
mann
manwasafellowthat
ingen
nobodycouldhavetodo
med
with,areallydamnableman;
og
andthepersonthatdrewthechequeisthevery
rosa
pinkoftheproprieties,celebrated
også
too,and(whatmakesitworse)
en
oneofyourfellowswho
gjør
dowhattheycallgood.
Utpressing
Blackmail,Isuppose;
anhonest
mann
manpayingthroughthenosefor
noen
someofthecapersofhis
ungdom
youth.
BlackMailHouseiswhatI
kaller
calltheplacewiththe
døren
door,inconsequence.
Thougheven
det
that,youknow,isfarfrom
forklare
explainingall,”headded,and
med
withthewordsfellinto
en
aveinofmusing.
From
dette
thishewasrecalledbyMr.Utterson
spør
askingrathersuddenly:
“Andyoudon’t
vet
knowifthedrawerofthechequelivesthere?”
“A
sannsynlig
likelyplace,isn’tit?”
returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappento
har
havenoticedhisaddress;
helivesinsomesquare
eller
orother.”
“Andyounever
spurte
askedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”
sa
saidMr.Utterson.
“No,sir;
I
hadde
hadadelicacy,”wasthe
svaret
reply.
“Ifeelverystrongly
om
aboutputtingquestions;
itpartakes
for
toomuchofthestyleofthedayofjudgment.
You
starte
startaquestion,andit’s
som
likestartingastone.
You
sitter
sitquietlyonthetopof
en
ahill;
andawaythestone
går
goes,startingothers;
andpresently
noen
someblandoldbird(the
siste
lastyouwouldhavethoughtof)is
banket
knockedontheheadinhis
egen
ownbackgardenandthefamily
ha
havetochangetheirname.
Nei
Nosir,Imakeit
en
aruleofmine:
the
mer
moreitlookslikeQueer
Street
Street,thelessIask.”
“A
veldig
verygoodrule,too,”saidthelawyer.
“ButI
har
havestudiedtheplaceformyself,”
fortsatte
continuedMr.Enfield.
“Itseems
knapt
scarcelyahouse.
Thereisno
andre
otherdoor,andnobodygoesin
eller
oroutofthatone
men
but,onceinagreat
stund
while,thegentlemanofmyadventure.
Det
Therearethreewindowslookingonthecourtonthe
første
firstfloor;
nonebelow;
thewindowsare
alltid
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.
Og
Andthenthereisa
skorstein
chimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;
so
noen
somebodymustlivethere.
And
likevel
yetit’snotsosure;
forthebuildingsaresopacked
sammen
togetheraboutthecourt,thatit’s
vanskelig
hardtosaywhereoneends
og
andanotherbegins.”
Thepair
gikk
walkedonagainfora
stund
whileinsilence;
andthen“Enfield,”
sa
saidMr.Utterson,“that’sa
god
goodruleofyours.”
“Yes,I
tror
thinkitis,”returnedEnfield.
“Butfor
alt
allthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’s
en
onepointIwantto
spørre
ask.
Iwanttoask
den
thenameofthatmanwho
gikk
walkedoverthechild.”
“Well,”
sa
saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’t
se
seewhatharmitwould
gjøre
do.
Itwasamanofthe
navn
nameofHyde.”
“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.
“Whatsortofa
mann
manishetosee?”
“Heisnoteasyto
beskrive
describe.
Thereissomethingwrong
med
withhisappearance;
somethingdispleasing,
noe
somethingdown-rightdetestable.
Ineversaw
en
amanIsodisliked,
og
andyetIscarceknow
hvorfor
why.
Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
he
gir
givesastrongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’t
spesifisere
specifythepoint.
He’sanextraordinarylooking
mann
man,andyetIreally
kan
cannamenothingoutofthe
veien
way.
No,sir;
Ican
gjøre
makenohandofit;
Ican’t
beskrive
describehim.
Andit’snotwantof
minne
memory;
forIdeclareI
kan
canseehimthismoment.”
Mr.
Utterson
igjen
againwalkedsomewayin
stillhet
silenceandobviouslyundera
vekt
weightofconsideration.
“Youare
sikker
sureheusedakey?”
he
spurte
inquiredatlast.
“Mydearsir...”
begynte
beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”
sa
saidUtterson;
“Iknowit
må
mustseemstrange.
Thefact
er
is,ifIdonot
spør
askyouthenameof
den
theotherparty,itis
fordi
becauseIknowitalready.
You
ser
see,Richard,yourtalehasgone
hjem
home.
Ifyouhavebeeninexactinany
punkt
pointyouhadbettercorrectit.”
“I
tror
thinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returned
den
theotherwithatouchofsullenness.
“ButI
har
havebeenpedanticallyexact,asyou
kaller
callit.
Thefellowhad
en
akey;
andwhat’smore,he
har
hasitstill.
Isawhim
bruke
useitnotaweekago.”
Mr.
Uttersonsighed
dypt
deeplybutsaidnevera
ord
word;
andtheyoungmanpresently
gjenopptatt
resumed.
“Hereisanotherlessonto
si
saynothing,”saidhe.
“Iamashamedofmylong
tunge
tongue.
Letusmakeabargain
aldri
nevertorefertothisagain.”
“Withallmyheart,”
sa
saidthelawyer.
SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
That
kvelden
eveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelor
hus
houseinsombrespiritsandsat
ned
downtodinnerwithoutrelish.
Itwashis
skikk
customofaSunday,when
dette
thismealwasover,to
sitte
sitclosebythefire,a
volum
volumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrang
ut
outthehouroftwelve,
når
whenhewouldgosoberly
og
andgratefullytobed.
On
denne
thisnighthowever,assoonastheclothwastaken
bort
away,hetookupa
stearinlys
candleandwentintohisbusinessroom.
Therehe
åpnet
openedhissafe,tookfrom
den
themostprivatepartofita
dokument
documentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWill
og
andsatdownwithacloudedbrowto
studere
studyitscontents.
Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
om
thoughhetookchargeofit
nå
nowthatitwasmade,
hadde
hadrefusedtolendtheleast
hjelp
assistanceinthemakingofit;
itprovidednot
bare
onlythat,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friend
og
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatin
tilfelle
caseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearance
eller
orunexplainedabsenceforany
periode
periodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHyde
skulle
shouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’s
sko
shoeswithoutfurtherdelayand
fri
freefromanyburthenor
forpliktelse
obligationbeyondthepaymentof
en
afewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’s
husholdning
household.
Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.
It
fornærmet
offendedhimbothasa
advokat
lawyerandasaloverofthesane
og
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.
Og
Andhithertoitwashis
uvitenhet
ignoranceofMr.Hydethat
hadde
hadswelledhisindignation;
now,by
en
asuddenturn,itwashis
kunnskap
knowledge.
Itwasalreadybad
nok
enoughwhenthenamewas
men
butanameofwhichhe
kunne
couldlearnnomore.
Itwas
verre
worsewhenitbegantobeclothedupon
med
withdetestableattributes;
andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmists
som
thathadsolongbaffledhis
øyet
eye,thereleapedupthesudden,
definitive
definitepresentmentofafiend.
“I
trodde
thoughtitwasmadness,”he
sa
said,ashereplacedthe
motbydelige
obnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“and
nå
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”
Med
Withthatheblewouthiscandle,
satte
putonagreatcoat,and
satte
setforthinthedirectionofCavendish
Square
Square,thatcitadelofmedicine,
hvor
wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,
hadde
hadhishouseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.
“If
noen
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”he
hadde
hadthought.
Thesolemnbutler
kjente
knewandwelcomedhim;