STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthe
prawnik
lawyerwasamanofaruggedcountenancektóra
thatwasneverlightedbyasmile;cold,scanty
i
andembarrassedindiscourse;backwardinsentiment;
lean,
długi
long,dusty,drearyandyetjakiś sposób
somehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
i
andwhenthewinewastohissmaku
taste,somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhisoka
eye;somethingindeedwhichneverfounditswayintohistalk,
ale
butwhichspokenotonlyintych
thesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnertwarzy
face,butmoreoftenandgłośno
loudlyintheactsofhisżycia
life.Hewasausterewithhimself;
pił
drankginwhenhewassam
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;i
andthoughheenjoyedtheteatr
theatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.Ale
Buthehadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;czasami
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthehighpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;andinanyextremityinclinedtohelpratherthantoreprove.
“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedtosayquaintly:
“Iletmybrother
pójść
gotothedevilinhisownway.”In
tej
thischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisszczęście
fortunetobethelastreputableacquaintancei
andthelastgoodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.I
Andtosuchasthese,sodługo
longastheycameabouthischambers,henigdy nie
nevermarkedashadeofzmiany
changeinhisdemeanour.No
wątpliwości
doubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthebest,
a
andevenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinasimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthemarkofamodestmanto
przyjąć
accepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;i
andthatwasthelawyer’ssposób
way.Hisfriendswerethoseofhisown
krwi
bloodorthosewhomhehadznał
knownthelongest;hisaffections,
jak
likeivy,werethegrowthofczasu
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Stąd
Hence,nodoubtthebondktóra
thatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,thewell-knownmanaboutmieście
town.Itwasanuttocrackformany,whatthesetwocouldseeineachother,
lub
orwhatsubjecttheycouldznaleźć
findincommon.Itwasreportedbythose
którzy
whoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,że
thattheysaidnothing,lookedsingularlydulli
andwouldhailwithobviousreliefthepojawienie się
appearanceofafriend.Forallthat,thetwomenputthegreateststoreby
te
theseexcursions,countedthemthechiefklejnot
jewelofeachweek,andnottylko
onlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,ale
butevenresistedthecallsofbusiness,thattheymightcieszyć się
enjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeof
tych
theseramblesthattheirwayledthemdół
downaby-streetinabusydzielnicy
quarterofLondon.Thestreetwas
mała
smallandwhatiscalledquiet,ale
butitdroveathrivinghandel
tradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
wszystkie
alldoingwell,itseemedi
andallemulouslyhopingtozrobić
dobetterstill,andlayingsię
outthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
że
thattheshopfrontsstoodwzdłuż
alongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,jak
likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Nawet
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsbardziej
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelypusty
emptyofpassage,thestreetświeciła
shoneoutincontrasttoitsdingydzielnicy
neighbourhood,likeafireinalesie
forest;andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,
natychmiast
instantlycaughtandpleasedtheoko
eyeofthepassenger.Twodoorsfrom
jednego
onecorner,onthelefthandgoingwschód
eastthelinewasbrokenbytheentryofacourt;i
andjustatthatpointpewien
acertainsinisterblockofbudynku
buildingthrustforwarditsgableonthestreet.Itwas
dwa
twostoreyshigh;showedno
okna
window,nothingbutadooronthelowerstoreyi
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredściany
wallontheupper;andboreinevery
funkcji
feature,themarksofprolongedi
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
które
whichwasequippedwithneitherbellnorknocker,wasblisteredi
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
i
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;dzieci
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;theschoolboyhad
próbował
triedhisknifeonthemouldings;andforcloseona
pokolenie
generation,noonehadappearedtodriveawaytych
theserandomvisitorsortonaprawił
repairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
i
andthelawyerwereonthedrugiej
othersideoftheby-street;ale
butwhentheycameabreastofthewejścia
entry,theformerlifteduphiscanei
andpointed.“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
he
zapytał
asked;andwhenhiscompanionhadrepliedinthe
twierdząco
affirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”dodał
addedhe,“withaveryoddstory.”“Indeed?”
powiedział
saidMr.Utterson,withaslightchangeofgłosu
voice,“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,thetworanintooneanother
naturalnie
naturallyenoughatthecorner;a
andthencamethehorriblepartofthething;forthe
człowiek
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’sbodyi
andleftherscreamingontheziemi
ground.Itsoundsnothingtohear,
ale
butitwashellishtosee.Itwasn’t
jak
likeaman;itwas
jak
likesomedamnedJuggernaut.I
dałem
gaveafewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmydżentelmen
gentleman,andbroughthimbacktogdzie
wheretherewasalreadyquiteagrupa
groupaboutthescreamingchild.Hewasperfectlycool
i
andmadenoresistance,butgavemejedno
onelook,souglythatitbroughtoutthepot
sweatonmelikerunning.Thepeople
którzy
whohadturnedoutwerethegirl’sownfamily;i
andprettysoon,thedoctor,forwhomshehadbeensentputinhisappearance.Well,the
dziecko
childwasnotmuchthegorsze
worse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;i
andthereyoumighthavesupposedwouldbeankoniec
endtoit.Buttherewasonecuriouscircumstance.
Ihadtakenaloathingtomygentlemanatfirst
wejrzenia
sight.Sohadthechild’sfamily,
co
whichwasonlynatural.Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruck
mnie
me.Hewastheusualcut
i
anddryapothecary,ofnookreślonego
particularageandcolour,withastrongEdinburghaccenti
andaboutasemotionalasabagpipe.Well,
sir
sir,hewasliketherestofus;everytimehelookedatmyprisoner,I
widziałem
sawthatsawbonesturnsicki
andwhitewiththedesiretozabić
killhim.Iknewwhatwasinhis
umyśle
mind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;a
andkillingbeingoutofthequestion,wezrobiliśmy
didthenextbest.We
powiedzieliśmy
toldthemanwecouldi
andwouldmakesuchaskandal
scandaloutofthisasshouldzrobimy
makehisnamestinkfromjednego
oneendofLondontotheother.Jeśli
Ifhehadanyfriendslub
oranycredit,weundertookże
thatheshouldlosethem.I
Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitinredhot,weweretrzymaliśmy
keepingthewomenoffhimasbestwecouldfortheywereasdzikie
wildasharpies.Inever
widziałem
sawacircleofsuchnienawistnych
hatefulfaces;andtherewasthe
mężczyzna
maninthemiddle,withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedteż
too,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,sir
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyouchoosetomakecapital
się
outofthisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamnaturalnie
naturallyhelpless.Nogentlemanbutwishesto
uniknąć
avoidascene,’sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’s
rodziny
family;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostick
się
out;buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantmischief,
i
andatlasthestruck.Thenext
rzeczą
thingwastogetthemoney;andwheredoyou
myślisz
thinkhecarriedusbuttothatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutaklucz
key,wentin,andpresentlycamebackwiththematteroftenpoundsingoldandaczekiem
chequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,wyciągnął
drawnpayabletobearerandsignedwithanamethatIcan’twymienić
mention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmystory,ale
butitwasanameatleastbardzo
verywellknownandoftenprinted.The
postać
figurewasstiff;butthe
podpis
signaturewasgoodformorethanthatjeśli
ifitwasonlygenuine.I
wziąłem
tookthelibertyofpointingouttomygentlemanże
thatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,i
andthatamandoesnot,inreallife,walkintoapiwnicy
cellardooratfourintherano
morningandcomeoutwithinnego
anotherman’schequeforcloseuponasto
hundredpounds.Buthewas
całkiem
quiteeasyandsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopen
i
andcashthechequemyself.’Soweallsetoff,thelekarz
doctor,andthechild’sfather,i
andourfriendandmyself,i
andpassedtherestofthenocy
nightinmychambers;and
następnego
nextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,poszliśmy
wentinabodytothebanku
bank.Igaveinthe
czek
chequemyself,andsaidImam
hadeveryreasontobelieveitwasaforgery.Notabitofit.
The
czek
chequewasgenuine.”“Tut-tut!”
saidMr.Utterson.
“Iseeyou
czujesz
feelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.“Yes,it’sabad
historia
story.Formymanwasafellowthat
nikt nie
nobodycouldhavetodoz
with,areallydamnableman;andthe
osoba
personthatdrewthechequeisthebardzo
verypinkoftheproprieties,świętował
celebratedtoo,and(whatmakesitworse)jeden
oneofyourfellowswhorobią
dowhattheycallgood.Szantaż
Blackmail,Isuppose;anhonest
człowiek
manpayingthroughthenoseforniektóre
someofthecapersofhismłodości
youth.BlackMailHouseiswhatIcalltheplace
z
withthedoor,inconsequence.Chociaż
Thougheventhat,youknow,isfarfromexplainingall,”hedodał
added,andwiththewordsfellintoażyłę
veinofmusing.FromthishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonasking
raczej
rathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’t
wiesz
knowifthedraweroften
thechequelivesthere?”“A
prawdopodobne
likelyplace,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappentohave
zauważyłem
noticedhisaddress;helivesinsome
placu
squareorother.”“Andyou
nigdy nie
neveraskedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”powiedział
saidMr.Utterson.“No,sir;
Ihadadelicacy,”wasthe
odpowiedź
reply.“Ifeelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;
itpartakes
zbyt
toomuchofthestyleofthednia
dayofjudgment.Youstarta
pytanie
question,andit’slikestartingastone.You
siedzisz
sitquietlyonthetopofahill;i
andawaythestonegoes,startingothers;i
andpresentlysomeblandoldptak
bird(thelastyouwouldhavethoughtof)isknockedonthegłowę
headinhisownbackgardeni
andthefamilyhavetozmienić
changetheirname.Nosir,Imakeitaruleofmine:
the
bardziej
moreitlookslikeQueerStreet
Street,thelessIask.”“A
bardzo
verygoodrule,too,”saidtheprawnik
lawyer.“ButIhavestudiedtheplaceformyself,”
kontynuował
continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseemsscarcelya
dom
house.Thereisnoother
drzwi
door,andnobodygoesinoroutofthatoneale
but,onceinagreatwhile,thedżentelmen
gentlemanofmyadventure.Thereare
trzy
threewindowslookingonthecourtonthepierwszym
firstfloor;nonebelow;
thewindowsare
zawsze
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.A
Andthenthereisachimneyktóry
whichisgenerallysmoking;so
ktoś
somebodymustlivethere.Andyetit’snotsosure;
forthebuildingsaresopackedtogetheraboutthecourt,
że
thatit’shardtosaygdzie
whereoneendsandanotherbegins.”The
para
pairwalkedonagainforawhileinsilence;a
andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’sadobra
goodruleofyours.”“Yes,I
myślę
thinkitis,”returnedEnfield.“Butforallthat,”
kontynuował
continuedthelawyer,“there’sonepointIwanttozapytać
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,chociaż
althoughIcouldn’tspecifythepoint.He’s
to
anextraordinarylookingman,andyetInaprawdę
reallycannamenothingoutoftheway.Nie
No,sir;Icanmake
nie
nohandofit;Ican’t
opisać
describehim.Andit’snotwantof
pamięci
memory;forIdeclareIcan
widzę
seehimthismoment.”Mr.
Utterson
ponownie
againwalkedsomewayinsilencei
andobviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.“Youaresureheusedakey?”
he
zapytał
inquiredatlast.“Mydearsir...”
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.Thefellowhada
klucz
key;andwhat’smore,he
ma
hasitstill.Isawhim
używał
useitnotaweekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsighed
głęboko
deeplybutsaidneverasłowa
word;andtheyoungmanpresently
wznowił
resumed.“Hereisanotherlessonto
powiedział
saynothing,”saidhe.“Iamashamedofmylong
języka
tongue.Letusmakeabargainnevertoreferto
tym
thisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”
powiedział
saidthelawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespirits
i
andsatdowntodinnerbez
withoutrelish.Itwashis
zwyczaj
customofaSunday,whenthismealwasover,tosiedzieć
sitclosebythefire,avolumeofsomedryboskości
divinityonhisreadingdesk,untilthezegar
clockoftheneighbouringchurchrangoutthehouroftwelve,whenhewouldgosoberlyi
andgratefullytobed.On
tej
thisnighthowever,assoonastheclothwaswziął
takenaway,hetookupacandlei
andwentintohisbusinessroom.Tam
Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthenajbardziej
mostprivatepartofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWilli
andsatdownwithacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
choć
thoughhetookchargeofitteraz
nowthatitwasmade,hadodmówił
refusedtolendtheleastassistanceinthemakingofgo
it;itprovidednotonly
że
that,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,wszystkie
allhispossessionsweretoprzejść
passintothehandsofhis“friendi
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butże
thatincaseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearancelub
orunexplainedabsenceforanyokres
periodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”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
thathadsolongbaffledhisoko
eye,thereleapedupthenagła
sudden,definitepresentmentofafiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”he
powiedział
said,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“andteraz
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Withthatheblewouthiscandle,putonagreatcoat,
i
andsetforthinthekierunku
directionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedycyny
medicine,wherehisfriend,thewielki
greatDr.Lanyon,hadhisdom
houseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
ktoś
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadpomyślał
thought.Thesolemnbutlerknew
i
andwelcomedhim;