The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Gradually Hardening Norwegian A2 Translation Books

STORYOFTHEDOOR

Mr.

Uttersonthelawyerwasamanofaruggedcountenancethatwasneverlightedbya

smil

smile;

cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;

backwardinsentiment;

lean,long,dusty,drearyandyetsomehowlovable.

Atfriendlymeetings,andwhenthe

vinen

winewastohistaste,somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhis

øye

eye;

somethingindeedwhichneverfounditswayintohistalk,butwhichspokenotonlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerface,butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhislife.

Hewasausterewithhimself;

drankginwhenhewasalone,tomortifya

smak

tasteforvintages;

andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre,hadnot

krysset

crossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.

Buthehadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;

sometimes

undrer

wondering,almostwithenvy,atthehighpressureofspirits

involvert

involvedintheirmisdeeds;

andinanyextremityinclinedtohelp

snarere

ratherthantoreprove.

“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedtosayquaintly:

“Iletmybrothergotothedevilinhisownway.”

Inthischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortunetobethelastreputableacquaintanceandthelastgoodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.

Andtosuchasthese,solongastheycameabouthischambers,henever

merket

markedashadeofchangeinhisdemeanour.

tvil

doubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;

forhewasundemonstrativeatthebest,andevenhisfriendship

syntes

seemedtobefoundedinasimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.

Itisthe

merket

markofamodestmanto

akseptere

accepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;

andthatwasthelawyer’sway.

Hisfriendswerethoseofhisownbloodorthosewhomhehadknownthelongest;

hisaffections,likeivy,werethegrowthoftime,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.

Hence,no

tvil

doubtthebondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,thewell-knownmanabouttown.

Itwasanuttocrackformany,whatthesetwocouldseeineachother,orwhatsubjecttheycouldfindincommon.

Itwas

rapportert

reportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheysaidnothing,lookedsingularlydullandwouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceofafriend.

Forallthat,thetwomenputthegreatest

butikken

storebytheseexcursions,countedthemthechiefjewelofeachweek,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsof

fornøyelse

pleasure,butevenresistedthecallsofbusiness,thattheymight

nyte

enjoythemuninterrupted.

Itchancedononeoftheseramblesthattheirway

ledet

ledthemdownaby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.

Thestreetwassmallandwhatiscalledquiet,butitdroveathrivingtradeontheweekdays.

Theinhabitantswerealldoingwell,it

virket

seemedandallemulouslyhopingtodobetterstill,and

legge

layingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;

sothattheshopfrontsstoodalongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.

EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsmorefloridcharmsandlaycomparatively

tom

emptyofpassage,thestreetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,likeafireinaforest;

andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,instantlycaughtandpleasedthe

øyet

eyeofthepassenger.

Twodoorsfromonecorner,onthelefthandgoing

øst

eastthelinewasbrokenbytheentryofa

domstol

court;

andjustatthatpointacertainsinisterblockof

bygning

buildingthrustforwarditsgableonthestreet.

Itwastwostoreyshigh;

showedno

vindu

window,nothingbutadooronthelowerstoreyanda

blind

blindforeheadofdiscolouredwallontheupper;

and

bar

boreineveryfeature,themarksofprolongedandsordidnegligence.

Thedoor,whichwasequippedwith

verken

neitherbellnorknocker,wasblisteredanddistained.

Trampsslouchedintotherecessandstruck

matcher

matchesonthepanels;

childrenkept

butikk

shopuponthesteps;

theschoolboyhadtriedhisknifeonthemouldings;

andforcloseonageneration,noonehadappearedtodriveawaytheserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.

Mr.

Enfieldandthelawyerwereontheothersideoftheby-street;

butwhentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformerlifteduphiscaneandpointed.

“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”

heasked;

andwhenhiscompanionhadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedhe,“withaveryoddstory.”

“Indeed?”

saidMr.Utterson,withaslightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”

“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:

“Iwascominghomefromsomeplaceattheendoftheworld,aboutthreeo’clockofablackwintermorning,andmywaylaythroughapartoftownwheretherewasliterallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.

Streetafterstreetandallthefolksasleep—streetafterstreet,alllightedupasifforaprocessionandallas

tom

emptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintothatstateofmindwhenamanlistensandlistensand

begynner

beginstolongforthesightofapoliceman.

Allatonce,Isawtwofigures:

onealittlemanwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodwalk,andtheotheragirlofmaybe

åtte

eightortenwhowasrunningashardasshewasabledowna

krysset

crossstreet.

Well,sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturallyenoughatthecorner;

andthencamethehorriblepartofthething;

forthemantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’sbodyandleftherscreamingonthe

bakken

ground.

Itsoundsnothingtohear,butitwashellishtosee.

Itwasn’tlikeaman;

itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.

Igaveafewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,andbroughthimbacktowheretherewasalreadyquitea

gruppe

groupaboutthescreamingchild.

Hewasperfectlycoolandmadenoresistance,butgavemeonelook,so

stygt

uglythatitbroughtoutthesweatonmelikerunning.

Thepeoplewhohadturnedoutwerethegirl’sownfamily;

andprettysoon,thedoctor,forwhomshehadbeensentputinhisappearance.

Well,thechildwasnotmuchthe

verre

worse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;

andthereyoumighthave

antatt

supposedwouldbeanendtoit.

Buttherewasonecuriouscircumstance.

Ihadtakenaloathingtomygentlemanatfirstsight.

Sohadthechild’sfamily,whichwasonlynatural.

Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruckme.

Hewastheusualcutanddryapothecary,ofnoparticular

alder

ageandcolour,witha

sterk

strongEdinburghaccentandaboutasemotionalasabagpipe.

Well,sir,hewasliketherestofus;

everytimehelookedatmyprisoner,Isawthatsawbonesturnsickandwhitewiththedesiretokillhim.

Iknewwhatwasinhismind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;

andkillingbeingoutofthequestion,wedidthenextbest.

WetoldthemanwecouldandwouldmakesuchascandaloutofthisasshouldmakehisnamestinkfromoneendofLondontotheother.

Ifhehadanyfriendsoranycredit,weundertookthatheshouldlosethem.

Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitinredhot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasbestwecouldfortheywereaswildasharpies.

Ineversawacircleofsuchhatefulfaces;

andtherewasthemaninthe

midten

middle,withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtoo,Icouldseethat—but

bære

carryingitoff,sir,reallylikeSatan.

‘Ifyou

velger

choosetomakecapitaloutofthisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.

Nogentlemanbutwishestoavoidascene,’sayshe.

‘Nameyourfigure.’Well,we

skru

screwedhimuptoa

hundre

hundredpoundsforthechild’sfamily;

hewouldhaveclearlylikedto

stikke

stickout;

buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantmischief,andatlasthestruck.

Thenextthingwastogetthemoney;

andwheredoyouthinkhe

bar

carriedusbuttothatplacewiththedoor?—whippedouta

nøkkel

key,wentin,andpresentlycamebackwiththematteroftenpoundsin

gull

goldandachequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearerandsignedwithanamethatIcan’t

nevne

mention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmystory,butitwasanameatleastverywellknownand

ofte

oftenprinted.

Thefigurewasstiff;

butthesignaturewasgoodformorethanthatifitwasonlygenuine.

Itookthelibertyofpointingouttomygentlemanthatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,andthatamandoesnot,inreallife,walkintoacellardooratfourinthemorningandcomeoutwithanotherman’schequeforcloseupona

hundre

hundredpounds.

Buthewasquiteeasyandsneering.

‘Setyourmindatrest,’sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopenandcashthechequemyself.’Soweallsetoff,thedoctor,andthechild’sfather,andourfriendandmyself,andpassedtherestofthenightinmychambers;

andnextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,wentinabodytothe

banken

bank.

Igaveinthechequemyself,andsaidIhadeveryreasontobelieveitwasaforgery.

Notabitofit.

Thechequewasgenuine.”

“Tut-tut!”

saidMr.Utterson.

“IseeyoufeelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.

“Yes,it’sabadstory.

Formymanwasafellowthatnobodycouldhavetodowith,areallydamnableman;

andthepersonthatdrewthechequeistheverypinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtoo,and(whatmakesitworse)oneofyourfellowswhodowhattheycallgood.

Blackmail,I

antar

suppose;

anhonestmanpayingthroughthe

nesen

noseforsomeofthecapersofhisyouth.

BlackMailHouseiswhatIcalltheplacewiththedoor,inconsequence.

Thougheventhat,youknow,isfarfrom

forklare

explainingall,”headded,andwiththewordsfellintoaveinofmusing.

FromthishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonasking

ganske

rathersuddenly:

“Andyoudon’tknowifthedrawerofthechequelivesthere?”

“Alikelyplace,isn’tit?”

returnedMr.Enfield.

“ButIhappentohave

merke

noticedhisaddress;

helivesinsomesquareorother.”

“Andyouneveraskedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”

saidMr.Utterson.

“No,sir;

Ihadadelicacy,”wasthereply.

“Ifeelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;

itpartakestoomuchofthestyleofthedayofjudgment.

Youstartaquestion,andit’slikestartingastone.

Yousitquietlyonthetopofahill;

andawaythestonegoes,startingothers;

andpresentlysomeblandoldbird(thelastyouwouldhavethoughtof)is

banket

knockedontheheadinhisownbackgardenandthefamilyhavetochangetheirname.

Nosir,Imakeita

regel

ruleofmine:

themoreitlookslikeQueerStreet,the

mindre

lessIask.”

“Averygood

regel

rule,too,”saidthelawyer.

“ButIhavestudiedtheplaceformyself,”

fortsatte

continuedMr.Enfield.

“Itseemsscarcelyahouse.

Thereisnootherdoor,andnobodygoesinoroutofthatonebut,onceinagreatwhile,thegentlemanofmyadventure.

Therearethreewindowslookingonthecourtonthefirst

etasje

floor;

nonebelow;

thewindowsarealwaysshutbutthey’re

rene

clean.

Andthenthereisachimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;

sosomebodymustlivethere.

Andyetit’snotsosure;

forthebuildingsaresopackedtogetheraboutthe

retten

court,thatit’shardtosaywhereoneendsandanotherbegins.”

Thepairwalkedonagainforawhileinsilence;

andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’sagood

regel

ruleofyours.”

“Yes,Ithinkitis,”returnedEnfield.

“Butforallthat,”

fortsatte

continuedthelawyer,“there’sonepointIwanttoask.

Iwanttoaskthenameofthatmanwhowalkedoverthechild.”

“Well,”saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’tseewhatharmitwoulddo.

ItwasamanofthenameofHyde.”

“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.

“Whatsortofamanishetosee?”

“Heisnoteasytodescribe.

Thereissomethingwrongwithhisappearance;

somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.

IneversawamanIsodisliked,andyetIscarceknowwhy.

Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;

hegivesa

sterk

strongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecifythepoint.

He’sanextraordinarylookingman,andyetIreallycannamenothingoutoftheway.

No,sir;

Icanmakenohandofit;

Ican’tdescribehim.

Andit’snotwantof

minne

memory;

forIdeclareIcanseehimthismoment.”

Mr.

Uttersonagainwalkedsomewayinsilenceand

åpenbart

obviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.

“Youaresureheusedakey?”

heinquiredatlast.

“Mydearsir...”

begynte

beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.

“Yes,Iknow,”saidUtterson;

“Iknowitmust

virke

seemstrange.

Thefactis,ifIdonotaskyouthenameoftheotherparty,itisbecauseIknowitalready.

Yousee,Richard,yourtalehasgonehome.

Ifyouhavebeeninexactinanypointyouhadbettercorrectit.”

“Ithinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedtheotherwithatouchofsullenness.

“ButIhavebeenpedanticallyexact,asyoucallit.

Thefellowhada

nøkkel

key;

andwhat’smore,hehasitstill.

Isawhimuseitnotaweekago.”

Mr.

Uttersonsigheddeeplybutsaidneveraword;

andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.

“Hereisanotherlessontosaynothing,”saidhe.

“Iamashamedofmylongtongue.

Letusmakeabargainnevertorefertothisagain.”

“Withallmyheart,”saidthelawyer.

Søk

SEARCHFORMR.HYDE

That

kvelden

eveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespiritsandsatdowntodinnerwithoutrelish.

ItwashiscustomofaSunday,whenthismealwasover,tositclosebythefire,avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrangoutthehouroftwelve,whenhewouldgosoberlyandgratefullytobed.

Onthisnight

imidlertid

however,assoonastheclothwastakenaway,hetookupacandleandwentintohisbusinessroom.

Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthemostprivatepartofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillandsatdownwithacloudedbrowto

studere

studyitscontents.

Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Uttersonthoughhetookchargeofitnowthatitwasmade,hadrefusedtolendtheleastassistanceinthemakingofit;

itprovidednotonlythat,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friendandbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatincaseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceorunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydeshouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’s

sko

shoeswithoutfurtherdelayandfreefromanyburthenorobligationbeyondthepaymentofafewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.

Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.

Itoffendedhimbothasa

advokat

lawyerandasaloverofthesaneandcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.

AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydethathadswelledhisindignation;

now,byasuddenturn,itwashisknowledge.

Itwasalreadybadenoughwhenthenamewasbutanameofwhichhecouldlearnnomore.

Itwas

verre

worsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;

andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmiststhathadsolongbaffledhis

øyet

eye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofafiend.

“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”hesaid,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“andnowI

begynner

begintofearitisdisgrace.”

Withthatheblewouthiscandle,putonagreatcoat,andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicine,wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,hadhishouseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.

“Ifanyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadthought.

Thesolemnbutlerknewandwelcomedhim;

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