STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthelawyerwasamanofaruggedcountenance
która
thatwasneverlightedbyasmile;cold,scanty
i
andembarrassedindiscourse;backwardinsentiment;
lean,
długi
long,dusty,drearyandyetsomehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
i
andwhenthewinewastohistaste,coś
somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;coś
somethingindeedwhichneverfounditswayintohistalk,ale
butwhichspokenotonlyintych
thesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnertwarzy
face,butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhisżycia
life.Hewasausterewithhimself;
pił
drankginwhenhewassam
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;i
andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.Ale
Buthehadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;czasami
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthehighpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;andinanyextremityinclinedtohelpratherthantoreprove.
“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedtosayquaintly:
“Iletmybrother
pójść
gotothedevilinhisownway.”In
tej
thischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortunetobethelastreputableacquaintancei
andthelastgoodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.I
Andtosuchasthese,sodługo
longastheycameabouthischambers,henigdy nie
nevermarkedashadeofzmiany
changeinhisdemeanour.Nodoubtthefeatwas
łatwy
easytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthebest,
a
andevenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinasimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthemarkofamodestmantoaccepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;
i
andthatwasthelawyer’ssposób
way.Hisfriendswerethoseofhisown
krwi
bloodorthosewhomhehadznał
knownthelongest;hisaffections,
jak
likeivy,werethegrowthofczasu
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Hence,
bez
nodoubtthebondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,thewell-knownmanaboutmieście
town.Itwasanuttocrackformany,whatthesetwocouldseeineachother,
lub
orwhatsubjecttheycouldznaleźć
findincommon.Itwasreportedbythose
którzy
whoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,że
thattheysaidnothing,lookedsingularlydulli
andwouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceofafriend.Forallthat,thetwomenputthegreateststoreby
te
theseexcursions,countedthemthechiefjewelofkażdego
eachweek,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,ale
butevenresistedthecallsofbusiness,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeof
tych
theseramblesthattheirwayledthemdół
downaby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.Thestreetwas
mała
smallandwhatiscalledquiet,ale
butitdroveathrivingtradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
wszystkie
alldoingwell,itseemedi
andallemulouslyhopingtozrobić
dobetterstill,andlayingsię
outthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
że
thattheshopfrontsstoodwzdłuż
alongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,jak
likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Nawet
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsbardziej
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,thestreetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,jak
likeafireinaforest;andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,instantly
złapał
caughtandpleasedtheeyeofthepassenger.Dwa
Twodoorsfromonecorner,onthelefthandgoingeastthelinewasbrokenbytheentryofacourt;i
andjustatthatpointpewien
acertainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableonthestreet.Itwas
dwa
twostoreyshigh;showednowindow,
nic
nothingbutadooronthelowerstoreyi
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredwallontheupper;i
andboreineveryfeature,themarksofprolongedi
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
które
whichwasequippedwithneitherbellnorknocker,wasblisteredi
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
i
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;dzieci
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;theschoolboyhad
próbował
triedhisknifeonthemouldings;andforcloseonageneration,
nie
noonehadappearedtodriveawaytych
theserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
i
andthelawyerwereonthedrugiej
othersideoftheby-street;ale
butwhentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformerliftedsię
uphiscaneandpointed.“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
he
zapytał
asked;andwhenhiscompanionhadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedhe,“witha
bardzo
veryoddstory.”“Indeed?”
saidMr.Utterson,withaslightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”
“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascoming
domu
homefromsomeplaceatthekońcu
endoftheworld,aboutthreeo’clockofablackwinterranka
morning,andmywaylayprzez
throughapartoftowngdzie
wheretherewasliterallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.Streetafterstreet
i
andallthefolksasleep—streetafterstreet,alllightedsię
upasifforaprocessioni
andallasemptyasachurch—tillatlastIdostałem
gotintothatstateofmindkiedy
whenamanlistensandsłucha
listensandbeginstolongforthesightofapoliceman.Allatonce,Isaw
dwie
twofigures:onealittle
mężczyzna
manwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodwalk,andtheotheradziewczyna
girlofmaybeeightordziesięć
tenwhowasrunningashardasshewasabledownacrossulicy
street.Well,sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturallyenoughatthecorner;
a
andthencamethehorriblepartofthething;forthe
człowiek
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’sbodyi
andleftherscreamingontheground.Itsounds
nic
nothingtohear,butitwashellishtosee.Itwasn’t
jak
likeaman;itwas
jak
likesomedamnedJuggernaut.I
dałem
gaveafewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,i
andbroughthimbacktogdzie
wheretherewasalreadyquiteagroupo
aboutthescreamingchild.Hewasperfectlycool
i
andmadenoresistance,butgavemejedno
onelook,souglythatitbroughtoutthesweatonmejak
likerunning.Thepeoplewhohadturned
się
outwerethegirl’sownfamily;i
andprettysoon,thedoctor,forwhomshehadbeensentputinhisappearance.Well,the
dziecko
childwasnotmuchtheworse,bardziej
morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;i
andthereyoumighthavesupposedwouldbeankoniec
endtoit.Buttherewasonecuriouscircumstance.
Ihadtakenaloathingtomygentlemanatfirstsight.
Sohadthechild’sfamily,
co
whichwasonlynatural.Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruck
mnie
me.Hewastheusualcut
i
anddryapothecary,ofnoparticularagei
andcolour,withastrongEdinburghaccenti
andaboutasemotionalasabagpipe.Well,
sir
sir,hewasliketherestofus;everytimehelookedatmyprisoner,I
widziałem
sawthatsawbonesturnsicki
andwhitewiththedesiretozabić
killhim.Iknewwhatwasinhis
umyśle
mind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;a
andkillingbeingoutofthequestion,wezrobiliśmy
didthenextbest.We
powiedzieliśmy
toldthemanwecouldi
andwouldmakesuchascandaloutoftego
thisasshouldmakehisimię
namestinkfromoneendofLondontotheother.Jeśli
Ifhehadanyfriendslub
oranycredit,weundertookże
thatheshouldlosethem.I
Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitinredhot,weweretrzymaliśmy
keepingthewomenoffhimasbestwecouldfortheywereaswildasharpies.I
nigdy nie
neversawacircleofsuchhatefulfaces;a
andtherewasthemaninthemiddle,withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedteż
too,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,sir
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyouchoosetomakecapital
się
outofthisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.Nie
Nogentlemanbutwishestoavoidascene,’sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’s
rodziny
family;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostick
się
out;buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantmischief,
i
andatlasthestruck.Thenext
rzeczą
thingwastogetthemoney;andwheredoyou
myślisz
thinkhecarriedusbuttothatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutakey,wentw
in,andpresentlycamebackwiththematteroftenpoundsingoldandachequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearerandsignedwithanamethatIcan’tmention,choć
thoughit’soneofthepointsofmystory,ale
butitwasanameatleastbardzo
verywellknownandoftenprinted.Thefigurewasstiff;
ale
butthesignaturewasgoodforwięcej
morethanthatifitwasonlygenuine.I
wziąłem
tookthelibertyofpointingouttomygentlemanże
thatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,i
andthatamandoesnot,inreallife,walkintoacellardooratfourintherano
morningandcomeoutwithinnego
anotherman’schequeforcloseuponahundredpounds.Ale
Buthewasquiteeasyi
andsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopen
i
andcashthechequemyself.’Soweallsetoff,thelekarz
doctor,andthechild’sfather,i
andourfriendandmyself,i
andpassedtherestofthenocy
nightinmychambers;and
następnego
nextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,poszliśmy
wentinabodytothebank.Igaveinthechequemyself,
i
andsaidIhadeveryreasontowierzyć
believeitwasaforgery.Notabitofit.
Thechequewasgenuine.”
“Tut-tut!”
powiedział
saidMr.Utterson.“Iseeyou
czujesz
feelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.“Yes,it’sabad
historia
story.Formymanwasafellowthat
nikt nie
nobodycouldhavetodoz
with,areallydamnableman;andthe
osoba
personthatdrewthechequeisthebardzo
verypinkoftheproprieties,celebratedteż
too,and(whatmakesitworse)jeden
oneofyourfellowswhorobią
dowhattheycallgood.Blackmail,Isuppose;
anhonest
człowiek
manpayingthroughthenoseforniektóre
someofthecapersofhisyouth.BlackMailHouseiswhatIcalltheplace
z
withthedoor,inconsequence.Chociaż
Thougheventhat,youknow,isfarfromexplainingall,”headded,i
andwiththewordsfellintoaveinofmusing.From
tego
thishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonaskingrathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’t
wiesz
knowifthedraweroften
thechequelivesthere?”“Alikely
miejsce
place,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappentohavenoticedhisaddress;
helivesinsomesquareorother.”
“Andyou
nigdy nie
neveraskedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”powiedział
saidMr.Utterson.“No,sir;
Ihadadelicacy,”wasthereply.
“Ifeel
bardzo
verystronglyaboutputtingquestions;itpartakes
zbyt
toomuchofthestyleofthednia
dayofjudgment.Youstarta
pytanie
question,andit’slikestartingastone.You
siedzisz
sitquietlyonthetopofahill;i
andawaythestonegoes,startingothers;i
andpresentlysomeblandoldbird(thelastyouwouldhavethoughtof)isknockedonthegłowę
headinhisownbackgardeni
andthefamilyhavetozmienić
changetheirname.Nosir,Imakeitaruleofmine:
the
bardziej
moreitlookslikeQueerStreet
Street,thelessIask.”“A
bardzo
verygoodrule,too,”saidthelawyer.“ButIhavestudiedtheplaceformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.
“Itseemsscarcelya
dom
house.Thereisnoother
drzwi
door,andnobodygoesinoroutofthatoneale
but,onceinagreatwhile,thegentlemanofmyadventure.Thereare
trzy
threewindowslookingonthecourtonthepierwszym
firstfloor;nonebelow;
thewindowsare
zawsze
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.A
Andthenthereisachimneyktóry
whichisgenerallysmoking;so
ktoś
somebodymustlivethere.Andyetit’snotsosure;
forthebuildingsaresopackedtogetheraboutthecourt,
że
thatit’shardtosaygdzie
whereoneendsandanotherbegins.”Thepairwalkedon
ponownie
againforawhileinsilence;a
andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’sadobra
goodruleofyours.”“Yes,I
myślę
thinkitis,”returnedEnfield.“Butforallthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’sonepointIwantto
zapytać
ask.Iwanttoaskthenameofthatmanwhowalked
nad
overthechild.”“Well,”saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’t
widzę
seewhatharmitwoulddo.Itwasa
mężczyzna
manofthenameofHyde.”“Hm,”
powiedział
saidMr.Utterson.“Whatsortofamanishetosee?”
“Heisnot
łatwo
easytodescribe.Thereis
coś
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;coś
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.I
nigdy nie
neversawamanIsodisliked,a
andyetIscarceknowdlaczego
why.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
he
daje
givesastrongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecifythepoint.He’s
to
anextraordinarylookingman,andyetInaprawdę
reallycannamenothingoutoftheway.Nie
No,sir;Icanmake
nie
nohandofit;Ican’tdescribe
go
him.Andit’snotwantofmemory;
forIdeclareIcan
widzę
seehimthismoment.”Mr.
Utterson
ponownie
againwalkedsomewayinsilencei
andobviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.“Youaresureheusedakey?”
heinquiredatlast.
“My
drogi
dearsir...”beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”
powiedział
saidUtterson;“Iknowit
musi
mustseemstrange.Thefactis,
jeśli
ifIdonotaskyoutheimię
nameoftheotherparty,itisdlatego
becauseIknowitalready.You
widzisz
see,Richard,yourtalehasgonedomu
home.Ifyouhavebeeninexactinany
punkcie
pointyouhadbettercorrectit.”“Ithinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedtheotherwithatouchofsullenness.
“ButIhavebeenpedanticallyexact,asyoucall
to
it.Thefellowhadakey;
a
andwhat’smore,hehasitwciąż
still.Isawhimuseitnota
tydzień
weekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsigheddeeply
ale
butsaidneveraword;i
andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.“Hereisanotherlessonto
powiedział
saynothing,”saidhe.“Iamashamedofmylongtongue.
Letus
zróbmy
makeabargainnevertorefertotym
thisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”
powiedział
saidthelawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespirits
i
andsatdowntodinnerbez
withoutrelish.ItwashiscustomofaSunday,whenthismealwasover,to
siedzieć
sitclosebythefire,avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrangoutthehouroftwelve,whenhewouldgosoberlyi
andgratefullytobed.On
tej
thisnighthowever,assoonastheclothwaswziął
takenaway,hetookupacandlei
andwentintohisbusinessroom.Tam
Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthenajbardziej
mostprivatepartofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWilli
andsatdownwithacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
choć
thoughhetookchargeofitteraz
nowthatitwasmade,hadrefusedtolendtheleastassistanceinthemakingofgo
it;itprovidednotonly
że
that,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,wszystkie
allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friendi
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butże
thatincaseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearancelub
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodexceedingtrzy
threecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydeshouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sshoesbez
withoutfurtherdelayandfreefromanyburthenlub
orobligationbeyondthepaymentofafewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.
Itoffendedhim
zarówno
bothasalawyerandasaloverofthesanei
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.I
AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydektóry
thathadswelledhisindignation;teraz
now,byasuddenturn,itwashisknowledge.Itwas
już
alreadybadenoughwhentheimię
namewasbutanameofwhichhecouldlearnnie
nomore.Itwasworse
gdy
whenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;i
andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmistsktóra
thathadsolongbaffledhiseye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofafiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”he
powiedział
said,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“andteraz
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Withthatheblewouthiscandle,putonagreatcoat,
i
andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicine,gdzie
wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,miał
hadhishouseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
ktoś
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadpomyślał
thought.Thesolemnbutlerknew
i
andwelcomedhim;